"I'd like to see you try," Steve said, smugly, flicking a look at him. Even if all he catches is the dark profile of Danny's face and his upper body as the light from the passing lamp fades. It doesn't matter. It's enough. The car. The evening. Danny sitting over there, acting less and less innocent of his actions the more sharp and irate he gets about it.
Steve doesn't slow down in the slightest really. The car is outfitted with the best for his class and size, and seen to every single time it has any issue that can be claimed as work related. And maybe a handful that might or might not be. You never know with cars, and this one has certain been through enough in the service of their job.
"Nothing?" It escapes, dryly hilarious. "Nothing as in nothing? Nothing to see, because nothing happened?" which is why he was yelling from the first second he got in the car, only momentarily soothed in the second he got told to shut up so he could be kissed, before going back to nursing his nothing at a seething volume.
About the nothing of three different people who only existed when Danny wanted him to consider something else. But not now. Not with any reference to the fact of any of the rest of it. That never happened, apparently, as much as Steve never noticed any of the three of them.
"Right." So rich with sarcasm even standing still. "So." When Steve rolling right on through that. Like a tank through a glass window. "Then, we should be able to just enjoy a quiet, peaceful drive back." At break neck speed through downtown at near midnight.
When silence was not something he was banking on Danny getting far into lest each extra few seconds or minute of silence continue to multiply those words begging to escape and be thrown at his own head until he exploded each new again. It's fine. Steve thinks, as he checks his mirrors, still warm and light.
He'd waited most of a night to get to this as it was. He had not problem with it lasting as long as it could now.
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Date: 2012-12-01 11:59 pm (UTC)Steve doesn't slow down in the slightest really. The car is outfitted with the best for his class and size, and seen to every single time it has any issue that can be claimed as work related. And maybe a handful that might or might not be. You never know with cars, and this one has certain been through enough in the service of their job.
"Nothing?" It escapes, dryly hilarious. "Nothing as in nothing? Nothing to see, because nothing happened?" which is why he was yelling from the first second he got in the car, only momentarily soothed in the second he got told to shut up so he could be kissed, before going back to nursing his nothing at a seething volume.
About the nothing of three different people who only existed when Danny wanted him to consider something else. But not now. Not with any reference to the fact of any of the rest of it. That never happened, apparently, as much as Steve never noticed any of the three of them.
"Right." So rich with sarcasm even standing still. "So." When Steve rolling right on through that. Like a tank through a glass window. "Then, we should be able to just enjoy a quiet, peaceful drive back." At break neck speed through downtown at near midnight.
When silence was not something he was banking on Danny getting far into lest each extra few seconds or minute of silence continue to multiply those words begging to escape and be thrown at his own head until he exploded each new again. It's fine. Steve thinks, as he checks his mirrors, still warm and light.
He'd waited most of a night to get to this as it was. He had not problem with it lasting as long as it could now.