There's something splashed across Steve's face, and Danny can't tell what it is, which he hates. It's like hope mixed with caution, uncertainty along with disappointment. When he's pulling Danny closer, even as that question strikes out, close to aggressive, and Danny is anything but certain what they're actually talking about.
Earlier? Like the bar earlier? When -- how is that abnormal?
Has Steve seriously never had anyone be jealous over him, before? Does he not get that, feeling like Danny does, about Steve, there was zero recourse but to be jealous? That the thought of anyone else being here, getting to touch him or kiss him or be the person close to him makes him feel gutshot, bleeding out into a cloud of smothering cotton?
"No."
It is, and it isn't, but he's got to be careful, here, because Steve's got that bare-open look on his face that always reminds Danny that he isn't, after all, uncrackable, unbreakable, and Danny's had Rachel, but Steve's had...who? How much of any of this makes sense to him, is a path he understands and knows?
His hand shifts to Steve's side, fingers spread wide. Not normal for what they've been, but normal for, what, what he wants? Is that it?
Look. He can be as jaded and cynical as he wants about relationships and love and the prospect of anything that beautiful and fragile surviving the world they live in, but, God help him, there is nothing but truth here to dig out and present, because that is what you do, when you...when he feels like he does. When there is so much riding on it, and his own dignity is the first casualty to drop, because there's nothing for it but to put himself out there. Right? He's already in danger of getting crushed, what's the point in pretending he has any control over it? What's the point in hiding anything from the person who could do the crushing?
"I call it normal for feeling about you like I do. And, yeah, Steve. I want you. Do with that as you will, but it's not like it's not there, okay?"
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Earlier? Like the bar earlier? When -- how is that abnormal?
Has Steve seriously never had anyone be jealous over him, before? Does he not get that, feeling like Danny does, about Steve, there was zero recourse but to be jealous? That the thought of anyone else being here, getting to touch him or kiss him or be the person close to him makes him feel gutshot, bleeding out into a cloud of smothering cotton?
"No."
It is, and it isn't, but he's got to be careful, here, because Steve's got that bare-open look on his face that always reminds Danny that he isn't, after all, uncrackable, unbreakable, and Danny's had Rachel, but Steve's had...who? How much of any of this makes sense to him, is a path he understands and knows?
His hand shifts to Steve's side, fingers spread wide. Not normal for what they've been, but normal for, what, what he wants? Is that it?
Look. He can be as jaded and cynical as he wants about relationships and love and the prospect of anything that beautiful and fragile surviving the world they live in, but, God help him, there is nothing but truth here to dig out and present, because that is what you do, when you...when he feels like he does. When there is so much riding on it, and his own dignity is the first casualty to drop, because there's nothing for it but to put himself out there. Right? He's already in danger of getting crushed, what's the point in pretending he has any control over it? What's the point in hiding anything from the person who could do the crushing?
"I call it normal for feeling about you like I do. And, yeah, Steve. I want you. Do with that as you will, but it's not like it's not there, okay?"