He throws up his hand, like he's tossing the whole conversation aside. "Good."
Lapsing into sullen silence has never worked out well for him before, but it's his last line of defense, here, because he really does not particularly want to get into the details of just why this is bugging him so much.
All of it. Not just the girls. The way Steve is ignoring the fact that there were girls, at all. How they just wouldn't stop coming. And, worst of, how he's going to be looking for it, all the time, now, because it will always be there. There will always be people looking at Steve and wanting him. There will always be girls hitting on him in bars, on the beach, randomly throughout the day. There may even be guys hitting on him, which...just sort of makes Danny's brain short-circuit, stalling before he has to decide how he would even cope with that.
After Steve said it's brand new for you, back at the beginning of everything, but not that it was for him, because it wasn't, Danny's not an idiot, he can tell that this isn't Steve's first rodeo. And he wonders about it, every now and again, before that same clutching hand grabs hold of a fistful of stomach and he has to stop before he unwittingly beheads the next person to ask Steve something innocuous, like the time.
Like now, when he has to pull himself out of his frozen thoughts, still antsy, worried down deep, all too aware of how fragile this all is, how easily he could still lose it, what that would do to him.
Offering it like a reluctant fold, against all his bluffing. "You know what, there are better bars to go to, anyway."
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He throws up his hand, like he's tossing the whole conversation aside. "Good."
Lapsing into sullen silence has never worked out well for him before, but it's his last line of defense, here, because he really does not particularly want to get into the details of just why this is bugging him so much.
All of it. Not just the girls. The way Steve is ignoring the fact that there were girls, at all. How they just wouldn't stop coming. And, worst of, how he's going to be looking for it, all the time, now, because it will always be there. There will always be people looking at Steve and wanting him. There will always be girls hitting on him in bars, on the beach, randomly throughout the day. There may even be guys hitting on him, which...just sort of makes Danny's brain short-circuit, stalling before he has to decide how he would even cope with that.
After Steve said it's brand new for you, back at the beginning of everything, but not that it was for him, because it wasn't, Danny's not an idiot, he can tell that this isn't Steve's first rodeo. And he wonders about it, every now and again, before that same clutching hand grabs hold of a fistful of stomach and he has to stop before he unwittingly beheads the next person to ask Steve something innocuous, like the time.
Like now, when he has to pull himself out of his frozen thoughts, still antsy, worried down deep, all too aware of how fragile this all is, how easily he could still lose it, what that would do to him.
Offering it like a reluctant fold, against all his bluffing. "You know what, there are better bars to go to, anyway."