He won't. But that's not the point. It's not really a conversation.
Just like Danny doesn't really want his opinion, and Steve isn't all that inclined to give it.
Partners, it's all they have to be. Steve requisition a person. Team mate. Partner. Out of a cop no one wanted. Well, two specifically. But there's only one catching up with him to walk into the place. It's all this has to be though. Partners. Not a friend. Not another brother in arms. Just a man who's willing to get the job done, bring in the bastard who shot his dad, kidnapped that girl and very likely her family and so many others.
Not to mention the dirty laundry list Steve can't share that the Hesse's had washed the world in chains and blood doing.
More reasons, nipping at his heels like dogs, to open the door to the place and go striding towards the crowds and counter like a man on a mission. This is just a box of food and whatever Chin has to tell them will be more important than anything in these five minutes, now. He can pick something. Anything. While an eager, far too young kid, with perfectly tanned skin and hair swept back after her shoulders, the kind of smile untroubled by winds, water, or life.
Piped up fast with, "Aloha. Welcome to L & L. What can I get for you two?"
Steve glanced back at the board, singling in on a certain picture which didn't look so bad, something leaf steamed, pork, rice. A soda. "The Lau Lau. And--" His voice drug as his eyes darted across the offerings, aimed for something safe, that he could easily guess would be passable for someone who'd lived here, and actually appreciated real Hawaiian food enough to tolerate the fast food equivalent of it. "And a Loco Moco."
Not the best, but he bet Chin would be grateful for surprise early dinner or late lunch as it was.
Before his gaze shot over to Danny, taking a step away to let him do his thing, hands staying on the counter.
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Just like Danny doesn't really want his opinion, and Steve isn't all that inclined to give it.
Partners, it's all they have to be. Steve requisition a person. Team mate. Partner. Out of a cop no one wanted. Well, two specifically. But there's only one catching up with him to walk into the place. It's all this has to be though. Partners. Not a friend. Not another brother in arms. Just a man who's willing to get the job done, bring in the bastard who shot his dad, kidnapped that girl and very likely her family and so many others.
Not to mention the dirty laundry list Steve can't share that the Hesse's had washed the world in chains and blood doing.
More reasons, nipping at his heels like dogs, to open the door to the place and go striding towards the crowds and counter like a man on a mission. This is just a box of food and whatever Chin has to tell them will be more important than anything in these five minutes, now. He can pick something. Anything. While an eager, far too young kid, with perfectly tanned skin and hair swept back after her shoulders, the kind of smile untroubled by winds, water, or life.
Piped up fast with, "Aloha. Welcome to L & L. What can I get for you two?"
Steve glanced back at the board, singling in on a certain picture which didn't look so bad, something leaf steamed, pork, rice. A soda. "The Lau Lau. And--" His voice drug as his eyes darted across the offerings, aimed for something safe, that he could easily guess would be passable for someone who'd lived here, and actually appreciated real Hawaiian food enough to tolerate the fast food equivalent of it. "And a Loco Moco."
Not the best, but he bet Chin would be grateful for surprise early dinner or late lunch as it was.
Before his gaze shot over to Danny, taking a step away to let him do his thing, hands staying on the counter.