"Already touched it," slides out of Steve's mouth faster than even he was expecting.
He rolls, the hell, with it. Because he's not about to be caught flat footed by his own mouth.
But it happened about on par with the second when he was having the thought itself. Just another volley to send over the wall, toward those keys being shaken in the air. Like he doesn't take in Danny's height and steps for a second, like an actual consideration, in the back of his mind, of how easy to would be to reach out, and snap then. Like a quick strike. He doesn't. But the assessment still plays out in his head.
Yeah, sure, maybe its grade school appropriate as responses go, but for a moment what it does is actually make him miss his men. Pokes the door so unexpectedly where that festering black stone in black of his heart and the back of his gut hides. Makes him miss Freddie. Wide smiling, always joking, son of a bitch. But that's too close, too real, too recent, too. Everything going still and cold the next second. Making him look back toward the buildings, for any sight of Chin, for the promise they can get rolling, keep rolling, back on schedule, staying on task, on the job, rolling toward Hesse.
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Date: 2014-01-25 03:01 am (UTC)He rolls, the hell, with it. Because he's not about to be caught flat footed by his own mouth.
But it happened about on par with the second when he was having the thought itself. Just another volley to send over the wall, toward those keys being shaken in the air. Like he doesn't take in Danny's height and steps for a second, like an actual consideration, in the back of his mind, of how easy to would be to reach out, and snap then. Like a quick strike. He doesn't. But the assessment still plays out in his head.
Yeah, sure, maybe its grade school appropriate as responses go, but for a moment what it does is actually make him miss his men. Pokes the door so unexpectedly where that festering black stone in black of his heart and the back of his gut hides. Makes him miss Freddie. Wide smiling, always joking, son of a bitch. But that's too close, too real, too recent, too. Everything going still and cold the next second. Making him look back toward the buildings, for any sight of Chin, for the promise they can get rolling, keep rolling, back on schedule, staying on task, on the job, rolling toward Hesse.