Steve could probably guess, within a very close approximation, the exact kind of smile on Danny's face. Pleased, like he expected it, but a little flinty, like the notion that Steve thinks he gets to poke this at all is hilarious. Expected. Unwelcome. And almost amusing because it's Steve, and he will anyway. The way it gets said, with that shake of Danny's head, brushing into his fingers, but never pulling away or snapping.
But at the same time they aren't. Easy. Those words. That should be. Logging awkward somewhere between his ears and his chest. The words themselves. Danny, and his joking tone, set for life. Here on the other side of having snapped and snarled at anyone who considered having an opinion, arms loose and lazy, around his shoulder, hand on a hip. Here. With Steve. Set for life.
But that's not what he means, even when the notion creeps hard, sharp and surprising under Steve's skin.
Even when he knows they're talking about the bar. The girls. The situation. By not. Knows that notion is insane. That this isn't, they aren't, anything like that. Whatever it is. Whatever they are doing. Still doing, all these weeks later. Knows no matter what he does or doesn't know about this thing they are or aren't or keep doing, that isn't him. Hasn't ever been him. His life. Anyone in it. Not even his family.
No. Not them. Especially now. With Mary, main-landed and still unknowing. And Doris, lost, again, in parts unknown. Alive.
Steve thoughts, and the freezing hold somewhere in his stomach, distracted at the faint lean of Danny's head. Against his fingers moving. Not hard, not insistant, not like he was making a point or asking for anything. Just like he was listing toward the touch. Enough Steve glanced up a little. At his face, after a careful second of pause, carding his fingers in against Danny's head, and before straightening his fingers and following the hair out, feeling it long and smooth between his fingers.
Maybe a little too precise in the way he said, "I'd love to see how you explain that one to Kono."
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Steve could probably guess, within a very close approximation, the exact kind of smile on Danny's face. Pleased, like he expected it, but a little flinty, like the notion that Steve thinks he gets to poke this at all is hilarious. Expected. Unwelcome. And almost amusing because it's Steve, and he will anyway. The way it gets said, with that shake of Danny's head, brushing into his fingers, but never pulling away or snapping.
But at the same time they aren't. Easy. Those words. That should be. Logging awkward somewhere between his ears and his chest. The words themselves. Danny, and his joking tone, set for life. Here on the other side of having snapped and snarled at anyone who considered having an opinion, arms loose and lazy, around his shoulder, hand on a hip. Here. With Steve. Set for life.
But that's not what he means, even when the notion creeps hard, sharp and surprising under Steve's skin.
Even when he knows they're talking about the bar. The girls. The situation. By not. Knows that notion is insane. That this isn't, they aren't, anything like that. Whatever it is. Whatever they are doing. Still doing, all these weeks later. Knows no matter what he does or doesn't know about this thing they are or aren't or keep doing, that isn't him. Hasn't ever been him. His life. Anyone in it. Not even his family.
No. Not them. Especially now. With Mary, main-landed and still unknowing. And Doris, lost, again, in parts unknown. Alive.
Steve thoughts, and the freezing hold somewhere in his stomach, distracted at the faint lean of Danny's head. Against his fingers moving. Not hard, not insistant, not like he was making a point or asking for anything. Just like he was listing toward the touch. Enough Steve glanced up a little. At his face, after a careful second of pause, carding his fingers in against Danny's head, and before straightening his fingers and following the hair out, feeling it long and smooth between his fingers.
Maybe a little too precise in the way he said, "I'd love to see how you explain that one to Kono."