Yep. That's it for this second. That and Danny jumping on the simplicity, and obliviousness, of it, like he's looking for anything to dig his claws into and tear apart. The car unlocks, and he drops into the driver's seat. Adjusts the seats from not stealing Danny's car from him after work. Move the mirrors and take the seat back. Well worn ease of how ingrained it is to move those things now, know when to stop, where.

Turn on the car, listening to the engine turn over as Danny gets in and shuts his door behind him. Both movements with more emphasis than not. When Steve's making an effort to keep his mouth from curving away from him all uncontrollably. Even though he's sure it's going to be a pretty losing battle. Instead he focuses elsewhere for a second, the lesser pinch of his nerves and muscles between his shoulder blades.

When the only sounds nearby, finally, are Danny and the car. Steve considers that he could add the wind, and even better the waves, to that, but he doesn't have a reason to further antagonize Danny. Yet. Not that the breeze and a fast dash home wouldn't go amazingly well in hand the way he's feeling right now.

Throwing the car into reverse and sending them with a sharp curve back from their space, slide up the gear and punch it for the exit.