It's a low rumble of a noise, while fingers spread wider, a little more firmly, against Steve's scalp. "It's not a terrible idea."
He might even go so far as to say it's a pretty good one, considering the way his eyelids feel weighted with bricks and his thoughts keep stuttering to a start only to fall off into a fuzzy lack of focus after just a few lackadaisical revolutions of his head.
Not that they're exactly in the best spot for sleeping, nice as it is. He still prefers sheets and blanket to be over him, instead of under, and finding the pillow would probably be a plus, too. Not to mention the dried mess on his skin, and the fact that Steve's limbs, all long and taking up too damn much space, take some maneuvering to get around and work with.
And all that's even before getting to the point that it's a cheap shot at deflecting Danny's attention away from whatever was running through Steve's head a minute ago.
Well, fine. Whatever it was didn't seem to leave lasting damage worse than before, and Steve's not sending off any of the signals that mean there really is something that needs to get brought up that he'll toss up walls and barbed wire to keep a secret, so Danny shifts, snakes his arm from around Steve's neck, now that they're lying more side by side than overlapping.
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Date: 2012-12-15 12:53 am (UTC)It's a low rumble of a noise, while fingers spread wider, a little more firmly, against Steve's scalp. "It's not a terrible idea."
He might even go so far as to say it's a pretty good one, considering the way his eyelids feel weighted with bricks and his thoughts keep stuttering to a start only to fall off into a fuzzy lack of focus after just a few lackadaisical revolutions of his head.
Not that they're exactly in the best spot for sleeping, nice as it is. He still prefers sheets and blanket to be over him, instead of under, and finding the pillow would probably be a plus, too. Not to mention the dried mess on his skin, and the fact that Steve's limbs, all long and taking up too damn much space, take some maneuvering to get around and work with.
And all that's even before getting to the point that it's a cheap shot at deflecting Danny's attention away from whatever was running through Steve's head a minute ago.
Well, fine. Whatever it was didn't seem to leave lasting damage worse than before, and Steve's not sending off any of the signals that mean there really is something that needs to get brought up that he'll toss up walls and barbed wire to keep a secret, so Danny shifts, snakes his arm from around Steve's neck, now that they're lying more side by side than overlapping.
"Sleep. I do prefer getting it, when I can."