Danny's talking to himself, or Steve, and Steve lets him ramble.
It's starting to be a common denominator background noise whenever there is a pause in the world. Like being able to to hear the waves no matter where he is. Danny Williams. Talking. Too. The first comment doesn't really have to be answered. Not when they're watching Chin walk away, and Steve's not promising any of them that either. But Danny is sidling up toward him, from a corner, and getting Steve to look over, saying those words that are to him.
Just proving once again he really has no idea where the things that come out of Danny's mouth do, and it almost makes him want to throw something back. Banter the way he might have with any of his men when not in the middle of a mission hot seat. That sideways consideration, near amusement, raking up residence in the odd once over he gives Danny, and the way his mouth curves crookedly up on one side.
Because the real answer is as many as it takes. To bring Hesse to justice. To bring his Father to justice.
"Don't worry about it," Steve tossed out, too dry for light or silly, but there was a snap of wit in it as he was nodding the direction he started walking. Out of the cantina, with its large, block letters of Remember Pearl Harbor, headed back toward the parking lot they'd just come from. "If we run out of space, you're small enough you could fit in the trunk. Easy."
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It's starting to be a common denominator background noise whenever there is a pause in the world. Like being able to to hear the waves no matter where he is. Danny Williams. Talking. Too. The first comment doesn't really have to be answered. Not when they're watching Chin walk away, and Steve's not promising any of them that either. But Danny is sidling up toward him, from a corner, and getting Steve to look over, saying those words that are to him.
Just proving once again he really has no idea where the things that come out of Danny's mouth do, and it almost makes him want to throw something back. Banter the way he might have with any of his men when not in the middle of a mission hot seat. That sideways consideration, near amusement, raking up residence in the odd once over he gives Danny, and the way his mouth curves crookedly up on one side.
Because the real answer is as many as it takes. To bring Hesse to justice. To bring his Father to justice.
"Don't worry about it," Steve tossed out, too dry for light or silly, but there was a snap of wit in it as he was nodding the direction he started walking. Out of the cantina, with its large, block letters of Remember Pearl Harbor, headed back toward the parking lot they'd just come from. "If we run out of space, you're small enough you could fit in the trunk. Easy."