In the line of things he was expecting -- and he's good at multitasking, great at it, that list had five or six options already -- that was not the one Steve expected Danny to take. A hand finding his hip and claiming it, while pulling Steve suddenly toward him. Making every muscles in the back of his shoulders tighten and loosen in a series of surprised spasms, balance making one of his hands catch Danny's nearest shoulder.
When he's looking down at Danny. Very close to him. Smiling like it's nothing. When there are only very certain circumstances that Danny happens to be this close.
All of them, regardless of whether it's good or bad at the time, are dependent on Dire Circumstances.
While the suspect in question already has one murder charge, this situation is not dire. There are no guns out. No one's had to hit the floor running or the deck. But something in Steve's gut feels like that basically has. Making it head for the bottom of his ribs in a knot. Like the whole rope of his intestines took a one foot jump northward. One hand frozen on Danny and the other on the lower end of the cat wiggling slightly in his arms, looking at Danny for bumping into them.
When he has to stop between Danny's legs. His hip all but leaning into Danny.
Danny's tugging pressure on the waist band and one side of his pants.
"I hadn't--" Steve blinked, hard, and his head turned, fingers flattening against the cat who gave an annoyed little meow, as his eyes landed on Ruth who'd spoken again. Sudden and sure. About her being there. About her being there and Danny's hand on him. Danny's stomach brushing against his hip, but not flat against it. The way all of his skin had tightened and prickled, centering on his hand on Danny's shoulder. Even though it's been there a million times.
While Ruth continued on, expression tightening though Steve wasn't even sure he was entirely registering it right. "I had it six years. Did I mention it was a fern?" Still teary eyed, and hiding her face in one hand, before picking up a cookie and mumbling her last words into it instead of looking at them any longer. "I don't mean to bother."
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:33 am (UTC)In the line of things he was expecting -- and he's good at multitasking, great at it, that list had five or six options already -- that was not the one Steve expected Danny to take. A hand finding his hip and claiming it, while pulling Steve suddenly toward him. Making every muscles in the back of his shoulders tighten and loosen in a series of surprised spasms, balance making one of his hands catch Danny's nearest shoulder.
When he's looking down at Danny. Very close to him. Smiling like it's nothing.
When there are only very certain circumstances that Danny happens to be this close.
All of them, regardless of whether it's good or bad at the time, are dependent on Dire Circumstances.
While the suspect in question already has one murder charge, this situation is not dire. There are no guns out. No one's had to hit the floor running or the deck. But something in Steve's gut feels like that basically has. Making it head for the bottom of his ribs in a knot. Like the whole rope of his intestines took a one foot jump northward. One hand frozen on Danny and the other on the lower end of the cat wiggling slightly in his arms, looking at Danny for bumping into them.
When he has to stop between Danny's legs. His hip all but leaning into Danny.
Danny's tugging pressure on the waist band and one side of his pants.
"I hadn't--" Steve blinked, hard, and his head turned, fingers flattening against the cat who gave an annoyed little meow, as his eyes landed on Ruth who'd spoken again. Sudden and sure. About her being there. About her being there and Danny's hand on him. Danny's stomach brushing against his hip, but not flat against it. The way all of his skin had tightened and prickled, centering on his hand on Danny's shoulder. Even though it's been there a million times.
While Ruth continued on, expression tightening though Steve wasn't even sure he was entirely registering it right. "I had it six years. Did I mention it was a fern?" Still teary eyed, and hiding her face in one hand, before picking up a cookie and mumbling her last words into it instead of looking at them any longer. "I don't mean to bother."