Steve's not surprised, he isn't. That the guy goes off. Loud, and sensitive, about this.
But, maybe, at the same time, there's something in the way Steve's eyes stay focused on him while Danny is driving the car, waving a hand, like it's helping him enunciate his points, and says more at this point after Steve had made his. Just keeps going on, talking about talking, for the love of God. The words just keep rolling out, and the extra information Steve never asked for, but Danny slathers on, history and opinions, in on, decking them out.
He's all pink and soft when you hit him with any direct comment. But any time Steve tries to box him, he remembers the shock and surprise. The red, the jar of his teeth. Shifts his teeth just barely, just the very few millimeters it takes to be able to feel that soreness on his face where Danny decked him. Trying to line those into one person and one score of sensible lined reactions. This with the hand waving and thin skin, and that with the knuckles connecting with his cheekbone.
But he isn't going to say anything about any of that at all. He doesn't have it put together yet. Disparate pieces.
Steve just crinkled his brow, before raising one eye, laying on thick with only singularly, "Holmesian? Really?"
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But, maybe, at the same time, there's something in the way Steve's eyes stay focused on him while Danny is driving the car, waving a hand, like it's helping him enunciate his points, and says more at this point after Steve had made his. Just keeps going on, talking about talking, for the love of God. The words just keep rolling out, and the extra information Steve never asked for, but Danny slathers on, history and opinions, in on, decking them out.
He's all pink and soft when you hit him with any direct comment. But any time Steve tries to box him, he remembers the shock and surprise. The red, the jar of his teeth. Shifts his teeth just barely, just the very few millimeters it takes to be able to feel that soreness on his face where Danny decked him. Trying to line those into one person and one score of sensible lined reactions. This with the hand waving and thin skin, and that with the knuckles connecting with his cheekbone.
But he isn't going to say anything about any of that at all. He doesn't have it put together yet. Disparate pieces.
Steve just crinkled his brow, before raising one eye, laying on thick with only singularly, "Holmesian? Really?"