McGarrett, that is. Doesn't have to listen to the imperative the world has suddenly shoved on them by setting their timers off at the same second, right as they pulled guns on each other -- not everyone does. Danny can speak from experience. Not every person in this nutty world believes the timers, or follows their lead, and some of them even end up happy. It's happened.
Maybe not a lot, but then, Danny's pretty uncertain about fate and it's success rate, too.
But then McGarrett surprises him by accepting, and Danny picks up the box feeling a little out at sea. He'd been pretty sure his offer would get summarily rejected, but here they are, and here he is with his arms full of cardboard, willingly taking this guy wherever he's going for the night, and what the hell is wrong with him? McGarrett is an asshole and a lunatic, and Danny will be very very lucky if those characteristics are only in that order and none other.
And yet, here he is. Box. Partner. And this reflex to try that he's sure will only end in the loss of tooth enamel as he grinds his teeth in his sleep tonight, but -- "How about a beer? You look like you could use a beer."
Well, he does. McGarrett. There's not a guy Danny knows who couldn't use a beer after a day like today, and McGarrett isn't any different. It's not warming up to him. It's not giving him a chance. It's justt doing the basic, decent human thing, and making sure the man has a beer tonight, before he goes to bed and dreams of venegance and blood and the total breakdown of the Geneva Convention.
It's only right. Only the right thing to do. It doesn't have a damn thing to do with the red zeros Danny's studiously not looking at, as he hoists the box into his arms and tips his head towards the door. "C'mon, you can order the Governor around from the car, right? Let's go."
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Date: 2014-08-18 02:52 am (UTC)He doesn't have to, of course.
McGarrett, that is. Doesn't have to listen to the imperative the world has suddenly shoved on them by setting their timers off at the same second, right as they pulled guns on each other -- not everyone does. Danny can speak from experience. Not every person in this nutty world believes the timers, or follows their lead, and some of them even end up happy. It's happened.
Maybe not a lot, but then, Danny's pretty uncertain about fate and it's success rate, too.
But then McGarrett surprises him by accepting, and Danny picks up the box feeling a little out at sea. He'd been pretty sure his offer would get summarily rejected, but here they are, and here he is with his arms full of cardboard, willingly taking this guy wherever he's going for the night, and what the hell is wrong with him? McGarrett is an asshole and a lunatic, and Danny will be very very lucky if those characteristics are only in that order and none other.
And yet, here he is. Box. Partner. And this reflex to try that he's sure will only end in the loss of tooth enamel as he grinds his teeth in his sleep tonight, but -- "How about a beer? You look like you could use a beer."
Well, he does. McGarrett. There's not a guy Danny knows who couldn't use a beer after a day like today, and McGarrett isn't any different. It's not warming up to him. It's not giving him a chance. It's justt doing the basic, decent human thing, and making sure the man has a beer tonight, before he goes to bed and dreams of venegance and blood and the total breakdown of the Geneva Convention.
It's only right. Only the right thing to do. It doesn't have a damn thing to do with the red zeros Danny's studiously not looking at, as he hoists the box into his arms and tips his head towards the door. "C'mon, you can order the Governor around from the car, right? Let's go."