Grinning into taking a swig of his own beer, standing out here on the planks of the porch, with the sinking sun spreading long, low, melting golden rays across the yard and water behind him, and it's actually, somehow, not terrible. He doesn't feel awful. Or awkward. Or unhappy. Or even all that angry, anymore.
Just, look at the guy. He looks like anyone, standing there, frowning at his shirt and shooting accusatory glares at Danny, like Danny somehow masterminded this whole thing, in a way that just makes Danny snort a laugh and hold up his hands, showcase a lack of weapons, his total innocence that's probably marred by the grin. That finds it's way regardless, because it's funny, okay? It knocks McGarrett down a notch or two, into someone who sometimes does stupid shit like spill beer all over himself, and it's honestly a pretty good look on him. Less robot, more human man. Less distance, more connection. While Danny motions with his bottle at the man, mouth quirking into a half-smile, amusement and the kind of mild sympathy that comes from yeah, I've been there."So this is where our military training tax dollars go. Not a good look, letting carbonation get the drop on you."
Which is a lie. It's actually the most he's liked the guy all day.
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Date: 2014-09-11 02:15 am (UTC)"You do that."
Grinning into taking a swig of his own beer, standing out here on the planks of the porch, with the sinking sun spreading long, low, melting golden rays across the yard and water behind him, and it's actually, somehow, not terrible. He doesn't feel awful. Or awkward. Or unhappy. Or even all that angry, anymore.
Just, look at the guy. He looks like anyone, standing there, frowning at his shirt and shooting accusatory glares at Danny, like Danny somehow masterminded this whole thing, in a way that just makes Danny snort a laugh and hold up his hands, showcase a lack of weapons, his total innocence that's probably marred by the grin. That finds it's way regardless, because it's funny, okay? It knocks McGarrett down a notch or two, into someone who sometimes does stupid shit like spill beer all over himself, and it's honestly a pretty good look on him. Less robot, more human man. Less distance, more connection. While Danny motions with his bottle at the man, mouth quirking into a half-smile, amusement and the kind of mild sympathy that comes from yeah, I've been there."So this is where our military training tax dollars go. Not a good look, letting carbonation get the drop on you."
Which is a lie. It's actually the most he's liked the guy all day.