This is the first time it's even seemed like McGarrett was connected to this plane of existence, and Danny is fresh out of fucks to give, for hurting his feelings, for rubbing salt in those raw and bleeding wounds that the guy keeps pretending aren't there.
He's sorry about his dad. He is. Too soon, too little, too quick, too messy. But that doesn't give Steve the right to come in here and start pushing him around like everyone fucking does, to not listen, to live out his stupid goddamn deathwish and drag Danny into it behind him.
And he doesn't get to say a single damn word about Grace. Not ever. "Question my resolve --"
He's up in Steve's space now, and he doesn't care that the guy's got a solid seven inches and probably another fifty pounds on him, that he's gone quiet and dangerous, like a snake about to strike, Danny doesn't care. He's in his face, finger pointing, stabbing, and he'd be just fine with taking out an eye if he had to.
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He went too far. He doesn't give a shit.
This is the first time it's even seemed like McGarrett was connected to this plane of existence, and Danny is fresh out of fucks to give, for hurting his feelings, for rubbing salt in those raw and bleeding wounds that the guy keeps pretending aren't there.
He's sorry about his dad. He is. Too soon, too little, too quick, too messy. But that doesn't give Steve the right to come in here and start pushing him around like everyone fucking does, to not listen, to live out his stupid goddamn deathwish and drag Danny into it behind him.
And he doesn't get to say a single damn word about Grace. Not ever. "Question my resolve --"
He's up in Steve's space now, and he doesn't care that the guy's got a solid seven inches and probably another fifty pounds on him, that he's gone quiet and dangerous, like a snake about to strike, Danny doesn't care. He's in his face, finger pointing, stabbing, and he'd be just fine with taking out an eye if he had to.