He shrugs at that, because it's not about the bars, or how well they do, it's about the number of people in them that would be likely to try and flirt with Steve right in front of him. Fewer people, fewer problems.
Of course, he's also considering the idea that staying in for the next few nights (weeks, months) might not be a bad idea.
Really, he has just never been so grateful to see Steve's driveway appear, for gravel and shells to crunch under his tires, and for Steve to finally slow the car down, after hurtling through thankfully empty streets. A low, violent throb is starting in his blood, beating against the anger that's still spiking into the center of his head and chest when he least expects it, and he takes a deep breath of cooler air as he gets out, only turning, once the door is closed, because Steve is asking that question across the roof.
Making Danny frown at him, forehead furrowing. Leaning against the car roof to wave one hand, idly. "Well, that was pretty much my plan, yeah."
It's not like they've talked much about it. Every now and again, one of them might suggest meeting up after work, a casual see you later? that ends up with Danny coming over here sometime after work, and not leaving again until morning.
Which, even after tonight, he'd pretty much figured would be what happened, once Steve left with him and not one of the multiple willing volunteers from the bar. Right? Steve came with him, kissed him at a red light, and he's got this itch under his skin that he's starting to get to know, a need like thirst.
"Come on, what's wrong with you?" Jerking a thumb over his shoulder, he gives Steve a bemused look and pushes off the car, aiming for the front door.
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Of course, he's also considering the idea that staying in for the next few nights (weeks, months) might not be a bad idea.
Really, he has just never been so grateful to see Steve's driveway appear, for gravel and shells to crunch under his tires, and for Steve to finally slow the car down, after hurtling through thankfully empty streets. A low, violent throb is starting in his blood, beating against the anger that's still spiking into the center of his head and chest when he least expects it, and he takes a deep breath of cooler air as he gets out, only turning, once the door is closed, because Steve is asking that question across the roof.
Making Danny frown at him, forehead furrowing. Leaning against the car roof to wave one hand, idly. "Well, that was pretty much my plan, yeah."
It's not like they've talked much about it. Every now and again, one of them might suggest meeting up after work, a casual see you later? that ends up with Danny coming over here sometime after work, and not leaving again until morning.
Which, even after tonight, he'd pretty much figured would be what happened, once Steve left with him and not one of the multiple willing volunteers from the bar. Right? Steve came with him, kissed him at a red light, and he's got this itch under his skin that he's starting to get to know, a need like thirst.
"Come on, what's wrong with you?" Jerking a thumb over his shoulder, he gives Steve a bemused look and pushes off the car, aiming for the front door.