She's lights and Steve doesn't grimace but does have to place why, when her words fill it in right as he recalls the last ones he said while he was busy with far more important thoughts. The same kind that can't stop his mouth from twitching at the edges, threatening to tug them upward. When Danny's eyes are glued across them, and Danny snaps out the answer that makes him frown in time worn insult and annoyance.
He is. When the annoyance of the tested, long known, long harried points on that one still sticks hard each time. In his pride. In his past and present, a large part of who he is. He's started to see how Danny is forcing himself right in between, standing near to them, almost between, answering each one of the questions or statements she tossed at Steve before he would be allowed to answer them himself.
Like somehow this nameless girl need to what? Be chases off before, god forbid, she had what? Some chance at actually gaining his attention? The reaction to glower at Danny masticating his service again is slamming a wealth of warmth start to splash wild and faster through his chest. Amazement slamming headlong with ludicrous amusement. When he wants to start marking this all down in his head. Danny's tone, each of the words, the way he's holding himself, demanding every minute.
When Steve's vaguely annoyed he can't reach out and do too many things.
To lean over and let his mouth, brush far too close to Danny's ear, right against the shell where it makes him shiver, and tell him to breathe. To pull him, and his too loud, too sassy, too sharp, obvious worried to the point of angry biting attacks, mouth over and claim it. Shove Danny into silence and some understanding. That this is nothing. That even in comparison to some of the situations he'd been foisted into it in the past its even more nothing.
When he hasn't a clue really how it plays out on his face, when he shakes his head, recanting those words with doing what little he can. Reaching out with his left hand and rapping those knuckles, from the fingers wrapped around the glass, against the side of Danny's the corner of Danny's shoulder, with what could easily look like an easy reprimand.
Correcting from somewhere in that mix of everything, even if it was still a little sharp toward him and more polite toward the end for her. "Special Forces for the Navy." When he glances somewhere over Danny's head and across, and it strikes him pretty much as he spots it. Mostly because he's probably saving the bar from Danny's sudden rant at every word headed in the direction of Steve.
When he opts, like it's casual. Just a followup. "Hey, Danno. One of the pool tables is open now, if you still wanted a game."
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He is. When the annoyance of the tested, long known, long harried points on that one still sticks hard each time. In his pride. In his past and present, a large part of who he is. He's started to see how Danny is forcing himself right in between, standing near to them, almost between, answering each one of the questions or statements she tossed at Steve before he would be allowed to answer them himself.
Like somehow this nameless girl need to what? Be chases off before, god forbid, she had what? Some chance at actually gaining his attention? The reaction to glower at Danny masticating his service again is slamming a wealth of warmth start to splash wild and faster through his chest. Amazement slamming headlong with ludicrous amusement. When he wants to start marking this all down in his head. Danny's tone, each of the words, the way he's holding himself, demanding every minute.
When Steve's vaguely annoyed he can't reach out and do too many things.
To lean over and let his mouth, brush far too close to Danny's ear, right against the shell where it makes him shiver, and tell him to breathe. To pull him, and his too loud, too sassy, too sharp, obvious worried to the point of angry biting attacks, mouth over and claim it. Shove Danny into silence and some understanding. That this is nothing. That even in comparison to some of the situations he'd been foisted into it in the past its even more nothing.
When he hasn't a clue really how it plays out on his face, when he shakes his head, recanting those words with doing what little he can. Reaching out with his left hand and rapping those knuckles, from the fingers wrapped around the glass, against the side of Danny's the corner of Danny's shoulder, with what could easily look like an easy reprimand.
Correcting from somewhere in that mix of everything, even if it was still a little sharp toward him and more polite toward the end for her. "Special Forces for the Navy." When he glances somewhere over Danny's head and across, and it strikes him pretty much as he spots it. Mostly because he's probably saving the bar from Danny's sudden rant at every word headed in the direction of Steve.
When he opts, like it's casual. Just a followup. "Hey, Danno. One of the pool tables is open now, if you still wanted a game."