There are so many ways those words could be said. So many emotions, rejections, biting back ironic and arrogant and irate ways they could be put. Danny's used a good dozen this day over already. But none of them are there. When Danny says those words, ducking his chin toward his shoulder, and looking in Steve's direction only between things. Which is about being a good father, but it's even more.

Eventuality, and something like acceptance Danny hasn't had at any other point of this day.

Steve was just going to open his mouth when his phone rang, and his attention snap like a band. Letting him rock back his position and start digging in his pocket to pull out his cell phone. Looking at Chin's name on it, only for a moment, before holding it up to his ear. Eyes on the horizon, but not seeing it or hearing the waves, as everything keyed to the phone. "Yeah?"

The world goes white. Even when he knows he'd hear a twig snap. He could turn and throw himself on a dime. But everything inconsequential goes gray and gone for Chin's words. Before he's nodding, barely, like there's anyway it could be seen. "Alright. Good work."

Phone clicking off and coming down, eyes still on it, as his mind was spooling out into new direction.

Tomorrow morning. Right supplies. Right plan. An opening avenue they could use, he could use. A chance.