He's not sure how to parse that look, but he's sure it's a joke, of some kind. Something Steve will hold onto, to mock him with for weeks after this, about upgrades and how Danny is demonstrably not one. It'll fit right in with all the other shit Steve says and doesn't mean, that usually makes it a little easier to just bypass all those things he needs to bypass, on a daily or weekly or monthly basis.
Things he's never really gotten good at shoving down, or away, because he's not Steve, and he never learned how to compartmentalize his feelings. Danny deals with his feelings in direct, blunt ways, or by avoiding them altogether, but neither tactic lets him do what he should, which is to box it all up and shove it in a very dark, forgotten corner, until it just goes away on its own.
It just doesn't come naturally to him. Neither does hiding anything from Steve, and there was a long while where he was sure it was going to come out, where he thought he'd had it, but even when he slips up now, cares a little too much, touches him a little too often, forces his way into Steve's life where he's not needed or even especially wanted, Steve just rolls with it. Calls it Danny being Danny, and doesn't look at it twice.
Like he would -- will -- if Danny doesn't get a grip on this situation. Leaving Danny to glance over at the bartender with eyebrows raised. "Make it two."
"Two it is," the man says, and busies himself with finding glasses, while Danny takes the opportunity to glance back over the room, scanning the slowly thickening crowd.
"Popular place," he says, which is both true, and annoying when it comes to needing to spot their mark. He shifts to drag a stool of his own over, and sits, facing Steve more than the bar, which grants him both a decent viewpoint of the room and a way to speak quietly into Steve's ear, while his hand lands on Steve's shoulder and slides down the fabric of his coat to the small of his back. "You finding anything?"
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Date: 2015-10-08 03:13 am (UTC)He's not sure how to parse that look, but he's sure it's a joke, of some kind. Something Steve will hold onto, to mock him with for weeks after this, about upgrades and how Danny is demonstrably not one. It'll fit right in with all the other shit Steve says and doesn't mean, that usually makes it a little easier to just bypass all those things he needs to bypass, on a daily or weekly or monthly basis.
Things he's never really gotten good at shoving down, or away, because he's not Steve, and he never learned how to compartmentalize his feelings. Danny deals with his feelings in direct, blunt ways, or by avoiding them altogether, but neither tactic lets him do what he should, which is to box it all up and shove it in a very dark, forgotten corner, until it just goes away on its own.
It just doesn't come naturally to him. Neither does hiding anything from Steve, and there was a long while where he was sure it was going to come out, where he thought he'd had it, but even when he slips up now, cares a little too much, touches him a little too often, forces his way into Steve's life where he's not needed or even especially wanted, Steve just rolls with it. Calls it Danny being Danny, and doesn't look at it twice.
Like he would -- will -- if Danny doesn't get a grip on this situation. Leaving Danny to glance over at the bartender with eyebrows raised. "Make it two."
"Two it is," the man says, and busies himself with finding glasses, while Danny takes the opportunity to glance back over the room, scanning the slowly thickening crowd.
"Popular place," he says, which is both true, and annoying when it comes to needing to spot their mark. He shifts to drag a stool of his own over, and sits, facing Steve more than the bar, which grants him both a decent viewpoint of the room and a way to speak quietly into Steve's ear, while his hand lands on Steve's shoulder and slides down the fabric of his coat to the small of his back. "You finding anything?"