Said too fast, and too gruff, and back out at the ocean, following a lift of his hand. He tries. He tries all the time, every day, and it means more to him than any other possible thing on this sad, broken planet, and she's the only thing, in the end that really matters to him.
But it's hard, sometimes, talking about it, so maybe it's just as well that Steve's practically a perfect stranger, that Danny could just as easily be talking out loud to himself, or to the water. "You know, there's three ways of looking at it--"
When he actually does look over, because he's moving as he speaks, because words and motion go hand in hand, and it's a faint jolt to see Steve watching him, but not enough of one to slow him down or stop him, because he doesn't look bored, or annoyed, or distant. He actually looks...interested? Or, some other word Danny can't go searching for just yet, so he starts counting them off, back out to the waves.
"One: I could get myself killed chasing some methhead scumbag, and then what kind of father would I be?"
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Date: 2014-09-12 04:30 am (UTC)"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know."
Said too fast, and too gruff, and back out at the ocean, following a lift of his hand. He tries. He tries all the time, every day, and it means more to him than any other possible thing on this sad, broken planet, and she's the only thing, in the end that really matters to him.
But it's hard, sometimes, talking about it, so maybe it's just as well that Steve's practically a perfect stranger, that Danny could just as easily be talking out loud to himself, or to the water. "You know, there's three ways of looking at it--"
When he actually does look over, because he's moving as he speaks, because words and motion go hand in hand, and it's a faint jolt to see Steve watching him, but not enough of one to slow him down or stop him, because he doesn't look bored, or annoyed, or distant. He actually looks...interested? Or, some other word Danny can't go searching for just yet, so he starts counting them off, back out to the waves.
"One: I could get myself killed chasing some methhead scumbag, and then what kind of father would I be?"