He glances back, eyebrows lifting with mild interest, to see the beer foaming up and attacking Steve's chin, hand, shirt, and floor in equal measure. "You're gonna wanna watch out for that," he says, helpfully, lifting his own in a rolling gesture. "Bottom musta gotten knocked."
Well. Not purposefully. He thinks.
It actually wouldn't be a surprising thing to do, if Steve were Meka (or...but long practice shuts off the name Peterson before it starts, hitches a hard breath on Grace). Tap the bottom. Wait until the poor sucker tried to open it. Laugh himself sick on the results, while enduring being sworn at and threats of revenge.
It's the kind of thing partners do, when they know each other, when they're buddies. Day in and day out as the most permanent fixture in a life aside from spouse of child (and sometimes more permanent than either of those).
(While the red zeroes on his wrist keep telling him this is somehow supposed to be more.)
So it wasn't on purpose. But that doesn't mean he's not grinning, amused and a little more relaxed at seeing Lieutenant Commander Too-Many-Medals-To-Wear-At-Once getting spattered with beer foam like a regular, fallible human being.
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Date: 2014-09-11 01:35 am (UTC)He glances back, eyebrows lifting with mild interest, to see the beer foaming up and attacking Steve's chin, hand, shirt, and floor in equal measure. "You're gonna wanna watch out for that," he says, helpfully, lifting his own in a rolling gesture. "Bottom musta gotten knocked."
Well. Not purposefully. He thinks.
It actually wouldn't be a surprising thing to do, if Steve were Meka (or...but long practice shuts off the name Peterson before it starts, hitches a hard breath on Grace). Tap the bottom. Wait until the poor sucker tried to open it. Laugh himself sick on the results, while enduring being sworn at and threats of revenge.
It's the kind of thing partners do, when they know each other, when they're buddies. Day in and day out as the most permanent fixture in a life aside from spouse of child (and sometimes more permanent than either of those).
(While the red zeroes on his wrist keep telling him this is somehow supposed to be more.)
So it wasn't on purpose. But that doesn't mean he's not grinning, amused and a little more relaxed at seeing Lieutenant Commander Too-Many-Medals-To-Wear-At-Once getting spattered with beer foam like a regular, fallible human being.