Steve, honestly, can't think of a place in the world where a violent crime isn't possible. Maybe a coffin. But that thought aces itself a tendril of cold snapping down into his chest. Like it's a well burned path, splashed with that face and that voice, never forgotten enough to not be what it was. Even when he shoves against it. Thinking that, no, there really isn't any location he can come up with at the second. Especially this second.
When he just tips his head, and pushes through it the same way he pushes through a good punch or one the Governors phone calls. Lets his mouth stay crooked, dry amused at Danny's examples. Even if they aren't woefully incorrect. He knows. He knows everything Danny is saying. How rarely he offers something out. Something like this. Especially now. Everything about it is a little tinged.
That one was his father's. His. That was something Danny hadn't done. And, then, all of that happened on top of it, them.
"That wouldn't be why we have a whole branch of the government devoted to it," Steve pointed out, wryly sardonic all at once. Playing a completely different side to the point. With the different points Danny was making at it. As he caught the eye of the new bartender all the way down, and tipped his head, with the raise of a hand.
When Steve is humoring the floor to even say, "And, let me guess, you know a place where that doesn't happen at all."
Like the moon. Or somewhere in his head, far distant from every inch of this island and the ocean and the mainland.
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Date: 2012-11-22 01:57 am (UTC)When he just tips his head, and pushes through it the same way he pushes through a good punch or one the Governors phone calls. Lets his mouth stay crooked, dry amused at Danny's examples. Even if they aren't woefully incorrect. He knows. He knows everything Danny is saying. How rarely he offers something out. Something like this. Especially now. Everything about it is a little tinged.
That one was his father's. His. That was something Danny hadn't done. And, then, all of that happened on top of it, them.
"That wouldn't be why we have a whole branch of the government devoted to it," Steve pointed out, wryly sardonic all at once. Playing a completely different side to the point. With the different points Danny was making at it. As he caught the eye of the new bartender all the way down, and tipped his head, with the raise of a hand.
When Steve is humoring the floor to even say, "And, let me guess, you know a place where that doesn't happen at all."
Like the moon. Or somewhere in his head, far distant from every inch of this island and the ocean and the mainland.