There's a grin he can't hide when Steve shoves at him a little harder, and he's nuts, sure, but it's just how they are. His hand lifts, like it can't stay off of Steve's skin, finds his shoulder, lands there, slides to the plane of his shoulderblade.
He can't help it. Touching Steve. He finds himself doing it at the most inopportune times -- throughout the day at the office, at crime scenes, when they're ready and about to head in, guns at the ready. And Steve never comments, at the time, but Danny knows he notices, checks the faint list of Steve's weight towards him, like he'd reach right back out, himself, if he could.
He hadn't even noticed it, honestly, until one day he'd looked up from where he was, braced with an elbow cocked jauntily on Steve's shoulder, and seen Chin looking at him with bewilderment and the sort of sharp curiosity that makes him such a force to be reckoned with, but even now that he has, he can't seem to hold it back, at all. Finds himself giving pats on the shoulder, gripping a wrist or an arm, leaning into Steve's space more than ever.
But no one calls him on it, and they get the job done, no problem, so how much should he actually worry?
"Just out of curiosity," he says, letting his hand finally drop as they head up the stairs, "do you ever actually lock your door, anymore? Or are you planning on using the inevitable break-in as some kind of bizarre drill for yourself, see how many burglars you can take out before having to put pants on?"
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Date: 2012-12-05 02:17 am (UTC)He can't help it. Touching Steve. He finds himself doing it at the most inopportune times -- throughout the day at the office, at crime scenes, when they're ready and about to head in, guns at the ready. And Steve never comments, at the time, but Danny knows he notices, checks the faint list of Steve's weight towards him, like he'd reach right back out, himself, if he could.
He hadn't even noticed it, honestly, until one day he'd looked up from where he was, braced with an elbow cocked jauntily on Steve's shoulder, and seen Chin looking at him with bewilderment and the sort of sharp curiosity that makes him such a force to be reckoned with, but even now that he has, he can't seem to hold it back, at all. Finds himself giving pats on the shoulder, gripping a wrist or an arm, leaning into Steve's space more than ever.
But no one calls him on it, and they get the job done, no problem, so how much should he actually worry?
"Just out of curiosity," he says, letting his hand finally drop as they head up the stairs, "do you ever actually lock your door, anymore? Or are you planning on using the inevitable break-in as some kind of bizarre drill for yourself, see how many burglars you can take out before having to put pants on?"