There's nothing at all, just the fire in his head and the red haze in his vision, finger poking solid at Steve's chest, and Steve, stupid smirking McGarrett, laughing, like he thinks this is funny, like he thinks Danny is funny, and he hates it, hates him, hates being laughed at.
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There's nothing at all, just the fire in his head and the red haze in his vision, finger poking solid at Steve's chest, and Steve, stupid smirking McGarrett, laughing, like he thinks this is funny, like he thinks Danny is funny, and he hates it, hates him, hates being laughed at.
He is not nothing.
"Listen to me, you son of a bitch --"