Earlier he thinks Danny would have just kept insulting him. Or staring him down. Daring him to contradict it.
Earlier he thinks that somehow it wouldn't have seemed almost like a fitting end cap to Danny's belligerent, non-regard for pertinent information, or the skills of his trade, that he doesn't head for the door. He just heads further into the house. Toward the kitchen that he already knows where is, because it had been his crime scene first. But somehow it is. Even crazy. It's somehow fitting that he rides straight over Steve's sense and just further into the house for a beer.
Making Steve's mouth tug an odd direction, even when he's glancing back toward the computer.
It's almost in his mouth to say,Yeah. Okay. Maybe if he were anywhere else. Danny was anyone else. One of his. One of his guys pointing out he's all work. He forgets the rest, and Danny did say originally he was coming for a beer.
Steve turned, leaving laptop open on the SVR file, telling himself he'd come back to it not long from this second anyway. Even when his next step is to follow after the direction Danny's gone. Without looking at the trophy's or the wall across from the living room's opening. Where everything is still fresh, even for a few days airing. He doesn't look. Doesn't really even think about. Except as another detail. "They're on the top shelf. Grab me one, too."
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Date: 2014-09-10 03:44 am (UTC)Earlier he thinks Danny would have just kept insulting him. Or staring him down. Daring him to contradict it.
Earlier he thinks that somehow it wouldn't have seemed almost like a fitting end cap to Danny's belligerent, non-regard for pertinent information, or the skills of his trade, that he doesn't head for the door. He just heads further into the house. Toward the kitchen that he already knows where is, because it had been his crime scene first. But somehow it is. Even crazy. It's somehow fitting that he rides straight over Steve's sense and just further into the house for a beer.
Making Steve's mouth tug an odd direction, even when he's glancing back toward the computer.
It's almost in his mouth to say,Yeah. Okay. Maybe if he were anywhere else. Danny was anyone else. One of his.
One of his guys pointing out he's all work. He forgets the rest, and Danny did say originally he was coming for a beer.
Steve turned, leaving laptop open on the SVR file, telling himself he'd come back to it not long from this second anyway. Even when his next step is to follow after the direction Danny's gone. Without looking at the trophy's or the wall across from the living room's opening. Where everything is still fresh, even for a few days airing. He doesn't look. Doesn't really even think about. Except as another detail. "They're on the top shelf. Grab me one, too."