It isn't that he stiffens. It's not like with Campbell, when everything went rigid for a second. Being touched by someone he didn't specifically want to be, but needed to be, and let it bull forward because the need always outweighs the consideration of any personal reaction. He doesn't stiffen, but he doesn't move for the first second. Just still as Danny's hand makes a path from his shoulder to lower on his back than he really ever gets.
Occasionally. Very, very occasionally. Singular rarity.
Not like the slaps on the back or arm or tugging on his shirt that Steve could not count how many times happened in a week unless he was trying. But this isn't that. This is Danny, who drug his stool close to Steve's. Danny, speaking quiet next to his head, breath warm on his ear and high cheek. Danny, with his hand traveling down and resting on the small of his back, where it's not even a bother to him that other people shouldn't touch him there so much this is just a touch that isn't normal.
Making the words in his head and his mouth not the ones that should come of out his mouth.
Is he finding anything. He wants to snort at those words, even if the sound doesn't come out of him.
He was finding it hard to ignore Danny being this close. He was finding it hard to ignore the hand on his lower back not being there for support of some kind. He was finding it hard to not lean into it or lean away from it. The same with Danny talking close to his ear. He was finding it hard to concentrate on the room, even though he should never admit to that even in his own head. The mission was everything. All. Always.
He's silent a beat too long trying to figure out if he can ignore it for the first words, but even those are a little dangerous. It is popular. A good number of these people probably having no clue what goes on behind the back doors. Those without the knowledge of what the flowers, ribbons and door pertain to. Who are coming here to what they can't get elsewhere except with the greatest secrecy for most of them. It would be popular. It will be missed by some of them for the right reasons.
It's still not the kind of place Steve could have ever actually used. Being recognized even once would be a problem.
Which means it's back to the second words, even though he's probably been too quiet for too long, but he's scanning the crowd over Danny's shoulder and in the mirror, while he lists in the direction of Danny, because he should even if it's dangerously falling into other things, too. "Big crowd, but no one who fits the bill yet." At least no one who didn't look similarly engaged and pleased to be so.
No one who looked about to break into homicidal rage for stupid reasons they'd decided and kill someone here.
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Date: 2015-10-08 12:17 pm (UTC)It isn't that he stiffens. It's not like with Campbell, when everything went rigid for a second. Being touched by someone he didn't specifically want to be, but needed to be, and let it bull forward because the need always outweighs the consideration of any personal reaction. He doesn't stiffen, but he doesn't move for the first second. Just still as Danny's hand makes a path from his shoulder to lower on his back than he really ever gets.
Occasionally. Very, very occasionally. Singular rarity.
Not like the slaps on the back or arm or tugging on his shirt that Steve could not count how many times happened in a week unless he was trying. But this isn't that. This is Danny, who drug his stool close to Steve's. Danny, speaking quiet next to his head, breath warm on his ear and high cheek. Danny, with his hand traveling down and resting on the small of his back, where it's not even a bother to him that other people shouldn't touch him there so much this is just a touch that isn't normal.
Making the words in his head and his mouth not the ones that should come of out his mouth.
Is he finding anything. He wants to snort at those words, even if the sound doesn't come out of him.
He was finding it hard to ignore Danny being this close. He was finding it hard to ignore the hand on his lower back not being there for support of some kind. He was finding it hard to not lean into it or lean away from it. The same with Danny talking close to his ear. He was finding it hard to concentrate on the room, even though he should never admit to that even in his own head. The mission was everything. All. Always.
He's silent a beat too long trying to figure out if he can ignore it for the first words, but even those are a little dangerous. It is popular. A good number of these people probably having no clue what goes on behind the back doors. Those without the knowledge of what the flowers, ribbons and door pertain to. Who are coming here to what they can't get elsewhere except with the greatest secrecy for most of them. It would be popular. It will be missed by some of them for the right reasons.
It's still not the kind of place Steve could have ever actually used. Being recognized even once would be a problem.
Which means it's back to the second words, even though he's probably been too quiet for too long, but he's scanning the crowd over Danny's shoulder and in the mirror, while he lists in the direction of Danny, because he should even if it's dangerously falling into other things, too. "Big crowd, but no one who fits the bill yet." At least no one who didn't look similarly engaged and pleased to be so.
No one who looked about to break into homicidal rage for stupid reasons they'd decided and kill someone here.