If Danny could kick him in the shin and keep their cover intact, he would – as it is, he's limited to just prodding at him with the hand at the small of Steve's back. "You heard the lady, Steven. I'm sure she's happy to help us keep things quiet."
None of this is going to be sold with Steve looking at him like he's nuts, and Danny wants to strangle him, just a little bit. Maybe with the tail of that cat who's perched so contentedly on Steve's shoulder.
Seriously, is it going to lie there all day?
She's looking between them, and Danny slides his hand up Steve's back to his shoulder, to lean there like Steve's a piece of furniture, and that's not an unusual thing for him to do, but it feels loaded, this time.
Dangerous, in a way he can't look at now.
(Or ever.)
"Sorry," he says, with his best, most ruefully affectionate smile. "Old habits. Military, you know."
With a tip of his head at Steve, while he watches her eyes go wide first with surprise, and then understanding.
"Oh, of course," she says, and Danny's pretty sure she's about three seconds from offering to bring them a casserole for their house-warming, but that's okay. It's a hell of a lot better than telling her who they are, and why they're actually there -- a fact Steve never seems to quite be able to wrap his miserable brain around.
It's fine. They just need to get rid of her, and get back to work, and he can maybe go stand on the other side of the room for a few minutes for several deep, calming breaths.
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If Danny could kick him in the shin and keep their cover intact, he would – as it is, he's limited to just prodding at him with the hand at the small of Steve's back. "You heard the lady, Steven. I'm sure she's happy to help us keep things quiet."
None of this is going to be sold with Steve looking at him like he's nuts, and Danny wants to strangle him, just a little bit. Maybe with the tail of that cat who's perched so contentedly on Steve's shoulder.
Seriously, is it going to lie there all day?
She's looking between them, and Danny slides his hand up Steve's back to his shoulder, to lean there like Steve's a piece of furniture, and that's not an unusual thing for him to do, but it feels loaded, this time.
Dangerous, in a way he can't look at now.
(Or ever.)
"Sorry," he says, with his best, most ruefully affectionate smile. "Old habits. Military, you know."
With a tip of his head at Steve, while he watches her eyes go wide first with surprise, and then understanding.
"Oh, of course," she says, and Danny's pretty sure she's about three seconds from offering to bring them a casserole for their house-warming, but that's okay. It's a hell of a lot better than telling her who they are, and why they're actually there -- a fact Steve never seems to quite be able to wrap his miserable brain around.
It's fine. They just need to get rid of her, and get back to work, and he can maybe go stand on the other side of the room for a few minutes for several deep, calming breaths.