Danny's voice made Becker turn and he looked back to find Danny settled on the floor with his back to the wall. A crease of worry wormed its way between his brows, thinking with a hint of frustration that he had forgotten just how stubborn Danny Quinn could really be. He must have been determined not to show any pain or weakness, Becker knew this because he knew Danny and he knew he would have done the same thing in his shoes. The smirk on Danny's lips made Becker feel marginally better.
"Are you really going to pay for a twenty ounce steak?"
Becker shrugged, his own mouth quirking up. "It's not like I have a choice. I made a deal. Besides," he leaned back against the wall, head turned in Danny's direction. "It's the least I could do."