That wasn't what he said, but Danny does seem to give a rat's ass.
Goes on for nearly half a minute about shave ice and some place Steve hasn't a clue where is. It doesn't sound familiar, but then a lot of things neither look and read familiar, even when they feel it. For all he knows it could be some new place downtown that man only likes because it's his daughters favorite. Though maybe he doesn't have the worst taste. Steve likes those two. He likes tropical flavors, too. Or he did as a kid. Like them in drinks, especially once he was too gone to care.
But, of course, he comes round to his point. Round like he needed to circle Diamond Head before he could get back to why he decided that what Steve said about coffee totally somewhere equalled getting food in Danny's head. Which was that Danny wanted food. But couldn't say that, had to ask, like Steve somehow would have known. And Steve, and all SEALs, must be broken because he wasn't dying of hunger yet. Making Steve furrow his eyebrows, but toss out with something like annoyed perversion.
Because it still smarts as an annoyance that the man is insulting Navy SEALs, like their training was ever a problem.
"It's classified." Pretty much like every single thing he ever really did, said, was. He was a ghost with a gun.
"I could tell you, but--" This a head tip toward the window. Everyone knew how that one went.
And he'd hate to deprive another little girl of her dad in just shortly under two weeks.
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Goes on for nearly half a minute about shave ice and some place Steve hasn't a clue where is. It doesn't sound familiar, but then a lot of things neither look and read familiar, even when they feel it. For all he knows it could be some new place downtown that man only likes because it's his daughters favorite. Though maybe he doesn't have the worst taste. Steve likes those two. He likes tropical flavors, too. Or he did as a kid. Like them in drinks, especially once he was too gone to care.
But, of course, he comes round to his point. Round like he needed to circle Diamond Head before he could get back to why he decided that what Steve said about coffee totally somewhere equalled getting food in Danny's head. Which was that Danny wanted food. But couldn't say that, had to ask, like Steve somehow would have known. And Steve, and all SEALs, must be broken because he wasn't dying of hunger yet. Making Steve furrow his eyebrows, but toss out with something like annoyed perversion.
Because it still smarts as an annoyance that the man is insulting Navy SEALs, like their training was ever a problem.
"It's classified." Pretty much like every single thing he ever really did, said, was. He was a ghost with a gun.
"I could tell you, but--" This a head tip toward the window. Everyone knew how that one went.
And he'd hate to deprive another little girl of her dad in just shortly under two weeks.