He grins at that, against the mouth of his bottle. Not quite an insinuation, or a suggestion, but it's not like he can't hear that hint of a question and not think about the other ways these hours could be spent. Brand new ways that haven't lost their shine of fascination, because he's still more than a little disbelieving that its happening at all.
This. Them. Still barely talked about, undefined, aside from that one comment, that he'd been pushed to answering in a confusion. That is none of Doris McGarrett's business. But that he is seeing someone. That they're taking it slow. Putting forward the only slightly definitive statement about the thing that's happening between them. Needled into it, the sudden need to...what, stake some kind of claim? When Steve hadn't been paying attention, and Danny's chest had been aching at the lost, barely there look on his face. The vagueness of his tone.
None of her business. But still, something. A few words that don't translate the fact that this is still, miraculously, happening. He just keeps coming back, and so does Steve, and so far no one's backed off. Or changed their mind. Like maybe if he doesn't look at it too hard, push it, even breathe on it, it'll keep going. Sharing nights. Winding it around work and his hours with Grace. So far.
But he shrugs. Nudges back against the bar, that prickly feeling at the base of his skull smoothing away again. "As a matter of fact, I do. This is what people do, on occasion. Go a place that is not work, or home. Every now and again, just for a change of scenery."
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This. Them. Still barely talked about, undefined, aside from that one comment, that he'd been pushed to answering in a confusion. That is none of Doris McGarrett's business. But that he is seeing someone. That they're taking it slow. Putting forward the only slightly definitive statement about the thing that's happening between them. Needled into it, the sudden need to...what, stake some kind of claim? When Steve hadn't been paying attention, and Danny's chest had been aching at the lost, barely there look on his face. The vagueness of his tone.
None of her business. But still, something. A few words that don't translate the fact that this is still, miraculously, happening. He just keeps coming back, and so does Steve, and so far no one's backed off. Or changed their mind. Like maybe if he doesn't look at it too hard, push it, even breathe on it, it'll keep going. Sharing nights. Winding it around work and his hours with Grace. So far.
But he shrugs. Nudges back against the bar, that prickly feeling at the base of his skull smoothing away again. "As a matter of fact, I do. This is what people do, on occasion. Go a place that is not work, or home. Every now and again, just for a change of scenery."