The hand on his back is about as unsurprising as it is surprising, his mouth already open as Danny, who he has to turn his head to look at from the touch, is bulling his way forward, with that affable, but not too affable smile, into responding first. While saying that. Which makes Steve stare at the side of his head and then his pressed-on, even more pointed smile, when he looks at Steve, longer than Danny probably wants him to.
Which he knows. But he doesn't get why Danny chose to do it. It would have been just as easy to tell her the truth and send her away. Harmless, dottering, old woman. Lies and covers only got more elaborate and important to remember, neither of which they were even supposed to be here long enough to need to worry about. This wasn't even going to take a full day if they got lucky.
But now there's an apartment full of equipment. A cat he can't trust Danny near with a gun. A bag of weed the length of his arm on the other side of the kitchen island wall. And Danny being.......Danny. Like somebody's auntie needs a better story than the truth. Like she wouldn't just stay out of their hair, and go away faster, if they just explained why she can't be here and no one else should be told about them to bother them. Because they're Five-0. Which means everything is classified and supremely important.
While Danny instead has moved from telling her that he's the tenant's nephew, to that he and Steve are together. Together-together. With that laugh, that actually isn't entirely fake because the edges of his eyes and his mouth are crinkled. Sliding in by his side. Putting his hand on Steve's back, in a way that isn't close enough to not be obvious, and running with it like someone just threw him a pass. Blatant and nearly annoyed at the unnecessary nature of the choice.
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Date: 2015-04-09 03:38 am (UTC)The hand on his back is about as unsurprising as it is surprising, his mouth already open as Danny, who he has to turn his head to look at from the touch, is bulling his way forward, with that affable, but not too affable smile, into responding first. While saying that. Which makes Steve stare at the side of his head and then his pressed-on, even more pointed smile, when he looks at Steve, longer than Danny probably wants him to.
Which he knows. But he doesn't get why Danny chose to do it. It would have been just as easy to tell her the truth and send her away. Harmless, dottering, old woman. Lies and covers only got more elaborate and important to remember, neither of which they were even supposed to be here long enough to need to worry about. This wasn't even going to take a full day if they got lucky.
But now there's an apartment full of equipment. A cat he can't trust Danny near with a gun. A bag of weed the length of his arm on the other side of the kitchen island wall. And Danny being.......Danny. Like somebody's auntie needs a better story than the truth. Like she wouldn't just stay out of their hair, and go away faster, if they just explained why she can't be here and no one else should be told about them to bother them. Because they're Five-0. Which means everything is classified and supremely important.
While Danny instead has moved from telling her that he's the tenant's nephew, to that he and Steve are together. Together-together. With that laugh, that actually isn't entirely fake because the edges of his eyes and his mouth are crinkled. Sliding in by his side. Putting his hand on Steve's back, in a way that isn't close enough to not be obvious, and running with it like someone just threw him a pass. Blatant and nearly annoyed at the unnecessary nature of the choice.
"Seriously?"