He shakes his head, pressing his lips into negation hovering somewhere between resigned and fond. "I think I'm set for life."
Not that Steve seems to be paying all that much attention, hand moving in Danny's hair, making him want to push back against those fingers, because there is nothing like the feeling of blunt nails and strong fingers against his scalp, no wonder dogs love it. While Steve sounds fuzzy and amused, quirking a smile that disappears into the mess of blankets, and doesn't move. Tugging an answering one from Danny, because this feeling is goofy, this feeling is Hallmark cards and stupid songs on the radio, and he doesn't even care. Just lets it trample him, unimpeded for the moment, aware that he'd be knocked flat if taken by surprise, but now just floating along the surface.
It's there. That's all he needs to know right now. The rest can be worried about later, right?
He might even be able to joke about the girls, now. Lying here with incontrovertible proof that they weren't wanted, in the end.
Maybe. It still feels like pressing on a bruise, to remember, but at least the murderous thoughts that had been painting the inside of his head with red are gone.
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Date: 2012-12-11 07:22 pm (UTC)He shakes his head, pressing his lips into negation hovering somewhere between resigned and fond. "I think I'm set for life."
Not that Steve seems to be paying all that much attention, hand moving in Danny's hair, making him want to push back against those fingers, because there is nothing like the feeling of blunt nails and strong fingers against his scalp, no wonder dogs love it. While Steve sounds fuzzy and amused, quirking a smile that disappears into the mess of blankets, and doesn't move. Tugging an answering one from Danny, because this feeling is goofy, this feeling is Hallmark cards and stupid songs on the radio, and he doesn't even care. Just lets it trample him, unimpeded for the moment, aware that he'd be knocked flat if taken by surprise, but now just floating along the surface.
It's there. That's all he needs to know right now. The rest can be worried about later, right?
He might even be able to joke about the girls, now. Lying here with incontrovertible proof that they weren't wanted, in the end.
Maybe. It still feels like pressing on a bruise, to remember, but at least the murderous thoughts that had been painting the inside of his head with red are gone.