Steve watched the scenery blow by, still more stuck on those words than he wanted to be. More annoying than gnats circulating near his ears and dragging his focus away, they just kept returning. Or maybe it was, they just kept not leaving.
While he made light of it. Like Steve had named anything other than a place one could pass two or three of between the airport and wherever you were ending up. Maybe he's exaggerating, maybe Danny even means well, but it grates down against his skin, and those words, and the words they are dragging up. His Dad's voice, and all those words, he keeps replaying and rearranging, like somehow, if he scrambled them, and then made a cypher out of them, that last conversation would make more sense.
Steve just gave him a look, like it wasn't all coalescing as a bruise he kept punching purposefully, "You talk a lot."
Steve let it crinkle up his face, making it hard to tell if that was bland amusement or blank insult, or somehow combination of both wrapped up in the conundrum of watching Danny, and reporting back to him on all the things he sighted, from the roll of his head against the head rest. "You know that, right?"
It needed to go down in the book. Talks nonstop chatter like the silence had to be kept back with a swinging bat. Right under the line about being sensitive about everything under the sun. Was probably going to take this as the next right to do that, again. Which maybe that should have been a reason for Steve to keep his own mouth shut. But, hell, why would he start now. Danny was the one keeping them from just getting straight on with the job as it was.
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While he made light of it. Like Steve had named anything other than a place one could pass two or three of between the airport and wherever you were ending up. Maybe he's exaggerating, maybe Danny even means well, but it grates down against his skin, and those words, and the words they are dragging up. His Dad's voice, and all those words, he keeps replaying and rearranging, like somehow, if he scrambled them, and then made a cypher out of them, that last conversation would make more sense.
Steve just gave him a look, like it wasn't all coalescing as a bruise he kept punching purposefully, "You talk a lot."
Steve let it crinkle up his face, making it hard to tell if that was bland amusement or blank insult, or somehow combination of both wrapped up in the conundrum of watching Danny, and reporting back to him on all the things he sighted, from the roll of his head against the head rest. "You know that, right?"
It needed to go down in the book. Talks nonstop chatter like the silence had to be kept back with a swinging bat. Right under the line about being sensitive about everything under the sun. Was probably going to take this as the next right to do that, again. Which maybe that should have been a reason for Steve to keep his own mouth shut. But, hell, why would he start now. Danny was the one keeping them from just getting straight on with the job as it was.