He almost looks real when he does that. Danny. Laughing. It makes something in Steve's brow furrow at the words.
Acting the fool, like he's utterly innocent of the scene that's taking place. Taken place. Leaving Steve, and the floor, dripping. Arm a little sticky, but not wet, when he's trading hand with his bottle again, tugging the dark over shirt off entirely. Dropping a little to mop at the beer on the floor with it, too. Because he might as well. Why dirty a kitchen towel if the shirt already needed washing from cleaning up the beer elsewhere.
"Weren't you getting a seat, or something?" Steve tossed out, shaking his head and standing. A little rigid and little giving, before he's standing back up and headed toward Danny and the lanai. Tossing the ball of wadding of dark blue cloth on the table with a grey-green duffle still resting on it from he snuck in the back door earlier this morning. Setting down his beer next to it, to start digging out a fresh shirt from the little everything else he'd brought with him.
He could do laundry tonight. That would fill another few minutes in the epic wait between evening and morning. Between standing still and waiting for the go mark, to get this guy, and through him Hesse. It wasn't like Steve was planning on getting much sleep until he had Hesse.
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Acting the fool, like he's utterly innocent of the scene that's taking place. Taken place. Leaving Steve, and the floor, dripping. Arm a little sticky, but not wet, when he's trading hand with his bottle again, tugging the dark over shirt off entirely. Dropping a little to mop at the beer on the floor with it, too. Because he might as well. Why dirty a kitchen towel if the shirt already needed washing from cleaning up the beer elsewhere.
"Weren't you getting a seat, or something?" Steve tossed out, shaking his head and standing. A little rigid and little giving, before he's standing back up and headed toward Danny and the lanai. Tossing the ball of wadding of dark blue cloth on the table with a grey-green duffle still resting on it from he snuck in the back door earlier this morning. Setting down his beer next to it, to start digging out a fresh shirt from the little everything else he'd brought with him.
He could do laundry tonight. That would fill another few minutes in the epic wait between evening and morning. Between standing still and waiting for the go mark, to get this guy, and through him Hesse. It wasn't like Steve was planning on getting much sleep until he had Hesse.