It's not a response he's expecting, or knows, which makes him look over at Danny again, swallowing down a mouthful of beer that really didn't have the time to get cold enough. But doesn't keep it from being a good momentary distraction from first words, and the looking over.

Danny, standing there in the easy orange-gold light of Hawaiian sunset that is still too slow, mellow and cool to do anything but annoy Steve's general keyed-to-focus state. Danny, with that faint, warm smile of affection that has nothing to do with the fact he's looking at Steve, and everything to do with the fact he's talking about his daughter, again, and....

Steve isn't even really sure what to do with that. This look he's sure his father never had while look at him, or talking to him.

But then Steve's never made any bones about what his father wasn't. That his partner actually is. "You're a good father."