There's no reason to feel this flare of jealousy, but then, he never really needs a reason, it turns out. Not when it comes to Steve. "I had no idea you got to know him so well."
Which is...a stupid thing to say, because it sounds jealous, and he is jealous, but Steve's not supposed to know that. Not anymore than he normally picks up on it, and has, for years, like when he was so pleased that Danny was annoyed by Bull Frog, before Bull Frog turned out to be a cold-blooded murdering psychopath.
Still. He should cool it, because it's not like he's looking to come clean to Steve anytime soon, and especially not tonight, when they're in the middle of a job and their mark could come strolling in any second, while Steve's standing there, tracing his hand down his tie and along his own chest like all he really wants to do is test Danny's resolve.
Like he does every goddamn day. Being constantly underfoot, and annoyingly helpful, and illogically loyal, given how many of his close friends and family members have roundly and continually abused that same loyalty.
But he still is. Loyal. Still does. Trust. Danny, and Chin, and Kono, and now Max and Grover and even Jerry, and his pal in the D.A.'s office, what's her name, Ellie. Somehow, Steve keeps handing out his trust to people, even if the ones who earned it before, who were as close as Steve and any of the team members (even, yeah, maybe even Danny), only threw it right back in his face. Steve wouldn't say so. He'd say -- and Danny would agree, or say it for him -- that he has trust issues. And he does. But that doesn't mean he's cut it out of himself like he might have, five years ago.
So of course Steve hangs around, being distractingly attractive and frustratingly, continually, incredible, doing things like running his hand down the tie he never wears, apparently for the express purpose of trying to melt Danny's brain into sludge.
Making his voice a little gruff, when he half-turns to the bar to wave down the tender: "Same old, same old -- at least he had some kind of a return on a drink, me, I only get poorer."
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"No?"
There's no reason to feel this flare of jealousy, but then, he never really needs a reason, it turns out. Not when it comes to Steve. "I had no idea you got to know him so well."
Which is...a stupid thing to say, because it sounds jealous, and he is jealous, but Steve's not supposed to know that. Not anymore than he normally picks up on it, and has, for years, like when he was so pleased that Danny was annoyed by Bull Frog, before Bull Frog turned out to be a cold-blooded murdering psychopath.
Still. He should cool it, because it's not like he's looking to come clean to Steve anytime soon, and especially not tonight, when they're in the middle of a job and their mark could come strolling in any second, while Steve's standing there, tracing his hand down his tie and along his own chest like all he really wants to do is test Danny's resolve.
Like he does every goddamn day. Being constantly underfoot, and annoyingly helpful, and illogically loyal, given how many of his close friends and family members have roundly and continually abused that same loyalty.
But he still is. Loyal. Still does. Trust. Danny, and Chin, and Kono, and now Max and Grover and even Jerry, and his pal in the D.A.'s office, what's her name, Ellie. Somehow, Steve keeps handing out his trust to people, even if the ones who earned it before, who were as close as Steve and any of the team members (even, yeah, maybe even Danny), only threw it right back in his face. Steve wouldn't say so. He'd say -- and Danny would agree, or say it for him -- that he has trust issues. And he does. But that doesn't mean he's cut it out of himself like he might have, five years ago.
So of course Steve hangs around, being distractingly attractive and frustratingly, continually, incredible, doing things like running his hand down the tie he never wears, apparently for the express purpose of trying to melt Danny's brain into sludge.
Making his voice a little gruff, when he half-turns to the bar to wave down the tender: "Same old, same old -- at least he had some kind of a return on a drink, me, I only get poorer."