"You hate pineapples, too?" There's an odd, irrepressible smirk trying to pull itself out at that one. "Who hates pineapple?"
There's nothing quite sharp about the question. It's about as short and amused by disbelieving as the swimming one was earlier. Like it's a wall of bricks that Steve is making out of Danny's Things. The one that should say it's impossible this man is living on Hawaii. But keeps being true all the same. Danny Williams and paradise island were not a match made in heaven, but he was here, still.
For his kid. For Grace. Which reminded him, absently of those words Danny had said into the phone earlier.
The ones he didn't want to explain, that were during that time when he'd seemed one hundred percent a different person.
"I'd always wanted to see it." It's a stupid kind of thing looking back. He'd wanted it badly as a kid. Just one of those things, you couldn't do, because you were too young. When 'too young' used to seem to come from everywhere, and he'd set his sights on something he couldn't have, but could count down to when he could happen, could wrestle his dad into agreeing about letting him once he was old enough, even with a parent.
Back when he was someone completely else. Back when his Dad was someone completely else. When Mare, and his mom...
Maybe it makes the follow-up a little distant, through a look out the window on his side of the car.
"But I shipped out before there was ever a chance of that." Was shipped out. Sent away.
When his dad had suddenly done a one-eighty, broken every promise, broken maybe completely from it, from saying they'd all make it, together, somehow without her, and suddenly sent them both packing as far from him and each other as possible, decimating whatever had been The McGarrett Family entirely to rare, short phone calls. To barely remembering each other. To the way he kept replaying those words his father said on the phone in Korea, confused and curious, and how he wasn't even a surprise Mary didn't come this morning for the funeral.
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Date: 2014-09-07 09:44 pm (UTC)There's nothing quite sharp about the question. It's about as short and amused by disbelieving as the swimming one was earlier. Like it's a wall of bricks that Steve is making out of Danny's Things. The one that should say it's impossible this man is living on Hawaii. But keeps being true all the same. Danny Williams and paradise island were not a match made in heaven, but he was here, still.
For his kid. For Grace. Which reminded him, absently of those words Danny had said into the phone earlier.
The ones he didn't want to explain, that were during that time when he'd seemed one hundred percent a different person.
"I'd always wanted to see it." It's a stupid kind of thing looking back. He'd wanted it badly as a kid. Just one of those things, you couldn't do, because you were too young. When 'too young' used to seem to come from everywhere, and he'd set his sights on something he couldn't have, but could count down to when he could happen, could wrestle his dad into agreeing about letting him once he was old enough, even with a parent.
Back when he was someone completely else. Back when his Dad was someone completely else. When Mare, and his mom...
Maybe it makes the follow-up a little distant, through a look out the window on his side of the car.
"But I shipped out before there was ever a chance of that." Was shipped out. Sent away.
When his dad had suddenly done a one-eighty, broken every promise, broken maybe completely from it, from saying they'd all make it, together, somehow without her, and suddenly sent them both packing as far from him and each other as possible, decimating whatever had been The McGarrett Family entirely to rare, short phone calls. To barely remembering each other. To the way he kept replaying those words his father said on the phone in Korea, confused and curious, and how he wasn't even a surprise Mary didn't come this morning for the funeral.