Okay. That, he gets, and it makes as much sense now as ever, he supposes, so he shrugs back, sliding one hand into a pocket while the other makes a loose gesture somewhere by his shoulder. "Alright, train's leaving," he says, and turns to head to the door, with a last, exasperated, wave of his hand. "Goodnight."

Taking quick steps, feeling like at least he can still own these few feet of bamboo flooring, almost jaunty, knowing when Steve catches up to him, because he can't not be aware of where Steve is at all times, any more than he can not be aware of his own limbs.

Cutting a sidelong glance at him, feeling pricklier and more defensive than ever, even though things are starting to go his way again, even with Steve there, looking all light-hearted and delighted with himself. It might be wrong, but Danny feels like that's just a warning sign of worse to come, and it makes him want to snap, to toss enough words and annoyance at Steve's head that something might actually break through.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you could have caught a different ride home."