He looks more real, more human, more relatable, like this. Less like a junkyard dog growling and snapping vicious bile in every direction at anything that dared to take a step near. That sudden shot of a warm smile creeping out fast, like the flash of a flare gun, that Danny just can't get his hands around to stop. Maybe even seems to realize that, as it's happening and before it's gone.
Maybe he won't be someone Steve has to push around and force to get the job done. Different people needed different thing to get it all done. To see the world, and how to organize themselves to be able to handle that world, itself, as it shifted them around with no more concern than a ship surrounded in every direction by the ocean.
But it sticks, the shred, a strike, a small splinter of curiosity, for Danny, with his three contingency plans for that.
One said his daughter was proud of him, and understood. One said he was an asshole who put this before her. Which left one last one as Danny was looking down and out, with that ironic smile. "So, what's the third?"
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Date: 2014-09-13 03:11 pm (UTC)Maybe he won't be someone Steve has to push around and force to get the job done. Different people needed different thing to get it all done. To see the world, and how to organize themselves to be able to handle that world, itself, as it shifted them around with no more concern than a ship surrounded in every direction by the ocean.
But it sticks, the shred, a strike, a small splinter of curiosity, for Danny, with his three contingency plans for that.
One said his daughter was proud of him, and understood. One said he was an asshole who put this before her.
Which left one last one as Danny was looking down and out, with that ironic smile. "So, what's the third?"