So maybe, maybe, a little part of him is enjoying this, a little too much.
Not the whole scene, of course -- he's not thrilled about trying to keep their cover when they have surveillance equipment out and they hadn't planned any specifics -- but Steve's annoyance. The way he looks half like he wants to open the window and push Danny straight through it, for making him go along with this, or maligning the military...or both, who knows?
It's a warm little vindictive knot in Danny's chest, and it leaves him crossing his arms and grinning.
Maybe there's a part of it that's revenge. A little harmless revenge on Steve, for being such a control freak, and always bulling ahead without any thought to their plans or anyone's opinions but his own. Maybe it's partially a little dig at how great Steve thought everything was going, with his obsessive counting of the days they've worked together that jars against his complete refusal to talk about any of the shit they've been through.
Matt. Wo Fat. Hell, Steve was there at the hospital when Danny woke up with a stomach full of stitches and a brand-new betrayal to contemplate and try to forgive.
Maybe it's really too complicated to think through too hard, or look at too closely, with the therapist's words still ringing too clearly in his head, so maybe it's a relief when Ruth tosses him a liferope, and Danny clutches onto it, drags himself back up out of the murky waters in which he'd unexpectedly been swimming. "Yeah?"
He shifts to lean against the plastic-covered couch, arms still crossed across his chest, like he would against the smart table in the bullpen. "What kind of crime wave are we talking, here? Somebody steal your cookie recipe?"
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So maybe, maybe, a little part of him is enjoying this, a little too much.
Not the whole scene, of course -- he's not thrilled about trying to keep their cover when they have surveillance equipment out and they hadn't planned any specifics -- but Steve's annoyance. The way he looks half like he wants to open the window and push Danny straight through it, for making him go along with this, or maligning the military...or both, who knows?
It's a warm little vindictive knot in Danny's chest, and it leaves him crossing his arms and grinning.
Maybe there's a part of it that's revenge. A little harmless revenge on Steve, for being such a control freak, and always bulling ahead without any thought to their plans or anyone's opinions but his own. Maybe it's partially a little dig at how great Steve thought everything was going, with his obsessive counting of the days they've worked together that jars against his complete refusal to talk about any of the shit they've been through.
Matt. Wo Fat. Hell, Steve was there at the hospital when Danny woke up with a stomach full of stitches and a brand-new betrayal to contemplate and try to forgive.
Maybe it's really too complicated to think through too hard, or look at too closely, with the therapist's words still ringing too clearly in his head, so maybe it's a relief when Ruth tosses him a liferope, and Danny clutches onto it, drags himself back up out of the murky waters in which he'd unexpectedly been swimming. "Yeah?"
He shifts to lean against the plastic-covered couch, arms still crossed across his chest, like he would against the smart table in the bullpen. "What kind of crime wave are we talking, here? Somebody steal your cookie recipe?"