There's the urge to roll his eyes, and shake his head. It's somewhere in the back of his mind, more than it's actually hitting what he's actually doing, walking at Danny's side, still a little stiff from seconds ago. Thinking it's the last thing he came here to do. Make friends with anyone. Be anyone's friend.

If that was the goal, his first meeting with Jameson, or any call to her afterward, would have gone differently. He was respectful, even when he get dolling out a list. He might have cared about anything but what he could get from the Danny's current desk sergeant. He might have done something more than roll straight over Danny in his garage. But he wouldn't have. Even if he redid this day, he'd do it all the same way.

It was effective and efficient. He'd gotten a good deal done on a late start, that he's never intended to be starting.

Besides, it wasn't like Danny could even talk. "You think you're the one to give anyone lessons on that?"

Steve had a catalog of the face people had made while either talking about Danny, warning him about him, or not really actually even coming to his aid. It wasn't like Danny had earned himself any pointers in his favor during the last year here. And yet. Even on the backend of Steve's retort. The man was carrying that box of surveillance equipment, and offering him a ride, and had just side-armed him into a beer. A. Singular. Basically like he had no choice to it.




Besides it wasn't like Steve wanted to have a clear out and out discussion of where all his friends ended up either.