Steve's almost to smiling, or rolling his eyes. He's not even sure which one, or that it really matters, it's both basically all at once, in the wash, so he turns his gaze away form Danny and toward the front windshield. Because, hell. That's better than a flat out rejection, right? Danny, looking over at him suspiciously leery of the fact his mouth can form those words or like he's digging for Steve to not mean them. And, yah, fine, he'd laugh if a SEAL threw this fit. But Danny isn't. A SEAL.
Maybe a single bullet matters to him. Because he hasn't walked straight into six and kept going.
So he nods. Steve nods. To no one more than the front windshield, while Danny sounds confused and defensively winded. Lets that ride, with a last comment, while his head is bobbing, like there's any chance he'll ever be bringing this conversation up, and that several apologies has some review board to go before first. "You let me know now."
Whenever that is. That Danny gets over feeling sensitive and upended. Which Steve totally isn't feeling a little proud of.
It goes well with the hairline ache in his jaw. Like scraping a point back up off the ground no matter what.
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Date: 2014-01-20 03:36 am (UTC)Maybe a single bullet matters to him. Because he hasn't walked straight into six and kept going.
So he nods. Steve nods. To no one more than the front windshield, while Danny sounds confused and defensively winded. Lets that ride, with a last comment, while his head is bobbing, like there's any chance he'll ever be bringing this conversation up, and that several apologies has some review board to go before first. "You let me know now."
Whenever that is. That Danny gets over feeling sensitive and upended. Which Steve totally isn't feeling a little proud of.
It goes well with the hairline ache in his jaw. Like scraping a point back up off the ground no matter what.