It's heavily slanted towards disbelief and exasperation, just like the furrows digging themselves between Danny's brows as he glances over. "You're actually going to pull that card? Is that what passes for humor among you strong and silent types? Or, no, wait, I bet that's classified, too. Why did the chicken cross the road? I don't know, that information doesn't pertain to this mission and has been redacted."
He's just a barrel of laughs, this guy, with his monosyllabic answers, or lack of vocalization at all, and Danny's shaking his head even as he's signaling his turn.
(Not that he's all that interested. SEAL training seems about as appealing as getting a pillowcase full of nails slammed into his temple.)
There's another glance over. "Any place you haven't been in a while you might want to grab something from?" And, okay, he's leading. He is. If this were his first trip back to his hometown, he'd want to hit all his favorite spots: grab a corned beef special and cup of coffee from J's diner down the street, maybe a slice from that one dingy pizza place on the corner, and you never know. Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett might have missed a place or two while he was gone.
no subject
"Really?"
It's heavily slanted towards disbelief and exasperation, just like the furrows digging themselves between Danny's brows as he glances over. "You're actually going to pull that card? Is that what passes for humor among you strong and silent types? Or, no, wait, I bet that's classified, too. Why did the chicken cross the road? I don't know, that information doesn't pertain to this mission and has been redacted."
He's just a barrel of laughs, this guy, with his monosyllabic answers, or lack of vocalization at all, and Danny's shaking his head even as he's signaling his turn.
(Not that he's all that interested. SEAL training seems about as appealing as getting a pillowcase full of nails slammed into his temple.)
There's another glance over. "Any place you haven't been in a while you might want to grab something from?" And, okay, he's leading. He is. If this were his first trip back to his hometown, he'd want to hit all his favorite spots: grab a corned beef special and cup of coffee from J's diner down the street, maybe a slice from that one dingy pizza place on the corner, and you never know. Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett might have missed a place or two while he was gone.
The guy has to be at least part human, right?