"Whatever," Steve mouths the word, more like a echoed response to Danny's use of the word and own flippant tossing away of his own point, but its almost soundless and he's not sure how he got rolled into this. But the more he rants, seriously, the less truly pissed Danny actually looks. It's all there. Broad strokes and fast words and wide expressions. But nothing like the shivering rage while he'd been holding him down.

And then, when he magically gets around to Steve's point, before Steve could, like he needs to tell Steve at all, it's almost way too easy to interject, "I'm sorry," straight into the maelstrom. Like shouting or shitting into a storm. Knowing it'll hear you and knowing it'll not stop even then. Because it's its own force of nature, and he's right. Because Danny Williams is still going after the two words come out.

So he keeps going. Two can play that game. "I'm sorry." And because it's almost damn amusing now is a childish fashion. "Sorry." And beleaguering. Because he was totally going to say this. "Hey, man, I'm sorry." Before Danny decided they were not talking at all. Which this is apparently totally what not talking looks like in Danny's world. "Okay? I'm said I'm sorry. I'm sincerely sorry."

Which seems to finally be catching up with Danny, whose voice is fading out, while Steve keeps rolling straight in, well aware if he doesn't Danny will just go right back in. So he's making the best of it. His point. That he was damn well about be apologizing before Danny decided he shouldn't be talking. When he asked about Danny's arm, before he was getting ranted at like it'd never crossed his mind it mattered to Danny even if it didn't matter to him in the same way.

"That's what I was trying to tell you." And he was. "Last year." When he opened his mouth. "When this conversation first started."