Yeah. Yeah, Steve's pretty sure from the second Danny grabs the word, like a hot potato tossed from Steve's side of the car, and starts repeating it, all manner of losing his lets not talk for a sparking, snappy, hard pressed vibrancy of needing to repeat that word several times. It's totally the right word. And yeah, no. Steve totally didn't think it when Danny was getting shot, or flying through a window, or even when Danny gave him the all clear to go.
But pretty much every seconds after that. Yeah, he's going with sensitive. More so with every word thrown out.
When Steve's tossing out words that just agree, here and there, because he's nowhere near thinking he's not right at all.
Proving Steve's second point in this whole conversation that that whole lets not talk thing was never happening. Blowing it straight out of the water, even, because Danny just hits a damn roll and keeps going. Making Steve's eyebrows quirk up and his mouth press light, even though there's this vague almost tug in his cheek he's seriously not giving in to. Because this like a dog on bone, refusing to give up or give in, to do anything but snarl louder and deeper each time.
It's giving him a great view of the inside of Danny's head though as the man just begins to spew everything, and while Steve would argue that G.I.Joe is for Army brats, and he's in The Navy, say it with him, Na-vy, the rest isn't entirely wrong, even if it's kind of amusing the way Danny's going off on it. Like it's not the hardest skill set to train into a man anywhere, and instead is something Danny finds half hilarious, totally rejectable, totally lacking in any worth, and is point on about being right.
Thousand yard death stare, shoe bombers and all. But then he's still going on. Just going on. Ranting. His left hand coming up to emote from the door, even with the injury and the less use. Like it's forgotten in his ranting. Steve letting his expression remain dry and bland, even when he hasn't looked away in over a minute now. While Danny is ranting about the rules of society and the pecking order of the animal kingdom, like somehow its related, and he didn't just haul off and punch someone, too.
Like he's making any sense at all now and not just throwing words because he can't keep throwing punches and drive.
Steve can feel the rise of his eyebrows, when he can't help interjecting, again. "Jackals and hyenas?"
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Date: 2014-01-20 02:48 am (UTC)But pretty much every seconds after that. Yeah, he's going with sensitive. More so with every word thrown out.
When Steve's tossing out words that just agree, here and there, because he's nowhere near thinking he's not right at all.
Proving Steve's second point in this whole conversation that that whole lets not talk thing was never happening. Blowing it straight out of the water, even, because Danny just hits a damn roll and keeps going. Making Steve's eyebrows quirk up and his mouth press light, even though there's this vague almost tug in his cheek he's seriously not giving in to. Because this like a dog on bone, refusing to give up or give in, to do anything but snarl louder and deeper each time.
It's giving him a great view of the inside of Danny's head though as the man just begins to spew everything, and while Steve would argue that G.I.Joe is for Army brats, and he's in The Navy, say it with him, Na-vy, the rest isn't entirely wrong, even if it's kind of amusing the way Danny's going off on it. Like it's not the hardest skill set to train into a man anywhere, and instead is something Danny finds half hilarious, totally rejectable, totally lacking in any worth, and is point on about being right.
Thousand yard death stare, shoe bombers and all. But then he's still going on. Just going on. Ranting. His left hand coming up to emote from the door, even with the injury and the less use. Like it's forgotten in his ranting. Steve letting his expression remain dry and bland, even when he hasn't looked away in over a minute now. While Danny is ranting about the rules of society and the pecking order of the animal kingdom, like somehow its related, and he didn't just haul off and punch someone, too.
Like he's making any sense at all now and not just throwing words because he can't keep throwing punches and drive.
Steve can feel the rise of his eyebrows, when he can't help interjecting, again. "Jackals and hyenas?"