It would be so easy to just take that statement at face value, to let it be the refusal and rejection it sounds like it is. It would really be the easiest thing in the world, to just load up the car, drop McGarrett and his issues off wherever he's staying, and just say adios for the remainder of the day, to let him stew in whatever miserable excuse for a brain he's carting around behind the barbed wire and landmines Danny keeps running into, and say see ya until morning.
It would be easy, and he's pretty damn sure that's exactly what McGarrett thinks will happen, and Danny's pretty much set to do exactly that, but then there's that glance. And it's --
What. Hesitant. Questioning? Like Steve, somewhere behind all the regulations and standoffish jackassery, actually doesn't know what the right answer is. Like maybe he's not quite sure, which is a new one for Danny today, because thus far he would have bet his life on the sure statement that Steve McGarrett never questions himself, or the world around him, ever. That everything falls into place and marches just where it should, where problems can be solved by the decisive use of force and the correct bend of willpower. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd see the flicker he's actually pretty damn sure he just saw cross McGarrett's face, but.
He did. And it makes him reconsider the refusal, catch it, look at it from another angle, like he's studying evidence, and the really fucked thing is, it's not actually a refusal. Not really. What it really is, is an excuse.
if Danny didn't know better, he'd swear Steve was just looking for a reason to say yes.
Okay. He can work with that, and before he thinks too hard about why he'll work at it at all -- the easy way is so much easier, and it would mean way less McGarrett, which, despite what his wrist is saying, can only be a good thing -- he's rolling his eyes and injecting challenge into his tone, brash words that he tosses out like a glove he's swatting right at McGarrett's stupid face.
"I realize you've been on the far side of the world eating ready-made-meals out of tinfoil or hunting your own food, so allow me to let you in on a little-known secret: beer? Comes in bottles these days. In some places, you can even exchange money for these bottles, and the nice man behind the counter will let you take them home to drink there. I realize it sounds a little far-fetched, but I've heard of it happening from time to time."
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Date: 2014-08-18 07:57 pm (UTC)It would be easy, and he's pretty damn sure that's exactly what McGarrett thinks will happen, and Danny's pretty much set to do exactly that, but then there's that glance. And it's --
What. Hesitant. Questioning? Like Steve, somewhere behind all the regulations and standoffish jackassery, actually doesn't know what the right answer is. Like maybe he's not quite sure, which is a new one for Danny today, because thus far he would have bet his life on the sure statement that Steve McGarrett never questions himself, or the world around him, ever. That everything falls into place and marches just where it should, where problems can be solved by the decisive use of force and the correct bend of willpower. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd see the flicker he's actually pretty damn sure he just saw cross McGarrett's face, but.
He did. And it makes him reconsider the refusal, catch it, look at it from another angle, like he's studying evidence, and the really fucked thing is, it's not actually a refusal. Not really. What it really is, is an excuse.
if Danny didn't know better, he'd swear Steve was just looking for a reason to say yes.
Okay. He can work with that, and before he thinks too hard about why he'll work at it at all -- the easy way is so much easier, and it would mean way less McGarrett, which, despite what his wrist is saying, can only be a good thing -- he's rolling his eyes and injecting challenge into his tone, brash words that he tosses out like a glove he's swatting right at McGarrett's stupid face.
"I realize you've been on the far side of the world eating ready-made-meals out of tinfoil or hunting your own food, so allow me to let you in on a little-known secret: beer? Comes in bottles these days. In some places, you can even exchange money for these bottles, and the nice man behind the counter will let you take them home to drink there. I realize it sounds a little far-fetched, but I've heard of it happening from time to time."