If he'd given it much thought, he might have considered the option. Getting out of the car and going in.
But he hadn't. Considered it. Not past the point where Danny asked if he'd wanted anything, and he pointed out he didn't. Or the one where if Danny Williams could shoot a lead witness without supervisions, he could definitely buy a pack of beer without it. The same way Steve would manage to stomach whatever it was the man bought, because he'd had worse than any civi-store could turn out. Trash-pail made gut rot to burn the tar off roads when you needed it to do that, too.
The same way Steve would find his way through that half an hour of Danny was injecting himself into off the clock time.
Time Steve could have spent focusing on another piece of the equation. Even if he did have all night, and he was certain to run into walls about how much of that could be done. The resources that could be reached from here. The time needed to wait between what had been sent out and when it was coming back in. The way nothing around here seemed to want to go quickly.
It's a thought that happens as a group of people in beach gear caught his eye in the side mirror. Strolling by, laughing. So very little here happened quickly. It was a place that knew how to have a good time, and let go of everything else.
Which was everything he needed to be no part of as long as this was all hanging over his head. Waiting.
It's not long though, minutes at most, before Williams was returning. Thrusting words and a six pack at him from the still driver's side that suddenly wasn't still anymore. A world of movement and sound shattering the silence Steve hadn't even noticed had swelled into the space of Danny missing from the car until suddenly it was the thing in the car missing. Something he let pass him by when he's pulling at the plastic bag the six pack is in, and coming face to face with that bright yellow label.
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But he hadn't. Considered it. Not past the point where Danny asked if he'd wanted anything, and he pointed out he didn't. Or the one where if Danny Williams could shoot a lead witness without supervisions, he could definitely buy a pack of beer without it. The same way Steve would manage to stomach whatever it was the man bought, because he'd had worse than any civi-store could turn out. Trash-pail made gut rot to burn the tar off roads when you needed it to do that, too.
The same way Steve would find his way through that half an hour of Danny was injecting himself into off the clock time.
Time Steve could have spent focusing on another piece of the equation. Even if he did have all night, and he was certain to run into walls about how much of that could be done. The resources that could be reached from here. The time needed to wait between what had been sent out and when it was coming back in. The way nothing around here seemed to want to go quickly.
It's a thought that happens as a group of people in beach gear caught his eye in the side mirror. Strolling by, laughing.
So very little here happened quickly. It was a place that knew how to have a good time, and let go of everything else.
Which was everything he needed to be no part of as long as this was all hanging over his head. Waiting.
It's not long though, minutes at most, before Williams was returning. Thrusting words and a six pack at him from the still driver's side that suddenly wasn't still anymore. A world of movement and sound shattering the silence Steve hadn't even noticed had swelled into the space of Danny missing from the car until suddenly it was the thing in the car missing. Something he let pass him by when he's pulling at the plastic bag the six pack is in, and coming face to face with that bright yellow label.
"Huh."