Danny looks beleaguered, but he's still following direction. Saying goodbye's and turning on his heel for the door without a word, which makes Steve roll his eyes at the ceiling, grin still tucked tight and wide, into both corners. There's a nod that's as close as he get to a goodbye for Lani, and he's taking wide, fast steps after Danny to catch back up to his side.
He doesn't miss the way Danny's head tips, glancing toward him, but he doesn't do much more than tilt a look over and down at him. He totally looks, if anything, about ready to go off. Like an alarm. When Steve is narrowly missing the spreading warmth getting broader again, when he's choosing to remember again the first words Danny'd chose last time, thrown at his head like he wished they were cement blocks in stead.
What? Shut up and rack, huh? Barked out sharp and defensive and angry, and so wire bare. Before it had smoothed off.
When Steve's going a bit of a way out of his way to wait for Danny to choose the first words this time. When he can't help that he snorts, or maybe it's a scoff. It's somewhere in the middle of the both of them. Danny making it sound like it was an option at all, even if, yeah, he's sure, it was a card on the table, not yet actually played.
Throwing back easily as though it'd been waiting all along, even though it really just rises in his throat easy and affordable on the subject, when he's pushing the door open and stepping out in the later night dim. His amusement flecked into every word, "And give up driving the camaro? It's finally getting to be like old times with her, again."
Okay. He supposed there was an option somewhere for someone else to see him as optional to their night.
But there hadn't been a second when anyone in that room had been a second option to his.
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Date: 2012-11-30 04:27 am (UTC)He doesn't miss the way Danny's head tips, glancing toward him, but he doesn't do much more than tilt a look over and down at him. He totally looks, if anything, about ready to go off. Like an alarm. When Steve is narrowly missing the spreading warmth getting broader again, when he's choosing to remember again the first words Danny'd chose last time, thrown at his head like he wished they were cement blocks in stead.
What? Shut up and rack, huh? Barked out sharp and defensive and angry, and so wire bare. Before it had smoothed off.
When Steve's going a bit of a way out of his way to wait for Danny to choose the first words this time. When he can't help that he snorts, or maybe it's a scoff. It's somewhere in the middle of the both of them. Danny making it sound like it was an option at all, even if, yeah, he's sure, it was a card on the table, not yet actually played.
Throwing back easily as though it'd been waiting all along, even though it really just rises in his throat easy and affordable on the subject, when he's pushing the door open and stepping out in the later night dim. His amusement flecked into every word, "And give up driving the camaro? It's finally getting to be like old times with her, again."
Okay. He supposed there was an option somewhere for someone else to see him as optional to their night.
But there hadn't been a second when anyone in that room had been a second option to his.