Stick by your side, no matter what. Always have your back.
Unless they really did betray you, and everyone you know and respect and work with.
But this isn't about Peterson, it's about Chin, and John McGarrett, and McGarrett's son, sitting here in the cab with him, trying to solve his own father's murder.
Danny's got no idea what kind of compartmentalizing ability that must take to even begin, let alone get through, but that's the kind of thing they train into SEALs that they don't into regular law enforcement officers, because regular law enforcement officers still need the ability to empathize. SEALs don't. They're weapons. He'd be better off reminding himself of that, instead of trying to figure out what amounts to a walking grenade with a pulled pin.
Except.
Except he's not sure he believes it. Not entirely. Maybe before, but -- he glances over, then back at the road -- Steve can be bruised. Steve can snap. Steve can, incredibly, even tell a joke, or get one.
So maybe, somewhere deep down, underneath all the training and the steel-jawed, stubborn fortitude, he's actually human.
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Date: 2014-01-25 11:48 pm (UTC)Stick by your side, no matter what. Always have your back.
Unless they really did betray you, and everyone you know and respect and work with.
But this isn't about Peterson, it's about Chin, and John McGarrett, and McGarrett's son, sitting here in the cab with him, trying to solve his own father's murder.
Danny's got no idea what kind of compartmentalizing ability that must take to even begin, let alone get through, but that's the kind of thing they train into SEALs that they don't into regular law enforcement officers, because regular law enforcement officers still need the ability to empathize. SEALs don't. They're weapons. He'd be better off reminding himself of that, instead of trying to figure out what amounts to a walking grenade with a pulled pin.
Except.
Except he's not sure he believes it. Not entirely. Maybe before, but -- he glances over, then back at the road -- Steve can be bruised. Steve can snap. Steve can, incredibly, even tell a joke, or get one.
So maybe, somewhere deep down, underneath all the training and the steel-jawed, stubborn fortitude, he's actually human.