Danny's drop of his hand, fast, with the turn to start paying, is almost too fast.
Leaves Steve giving the edge of his a critical look for a moment, while he's finding his cash. Dedicatedly. Which could be Danny just taking care of it. Or it could be what Steve always knew it would get eventually. A little too much. A little too close. A little too weird. There's a big difference between pretending to be on a date with Kono, and this. Where they are. It being him. The assumption everywhere.
But it's too late to get cold feet. They're already here, and there's already a line of events stacking up. Ones very few people could recall, but well enough. The bartender would have it straight. Steve would be amazed if he didn't inform on some of the things he saw all the time. The process for getting places between here and there. Who, and what. He didn't have the space to handle some wounded awkwardness in the middle of this place. It'd just get washed out with the beers and the waves later. The way it always did.
But for now Danny would just have to deal. Learn to roll with what he'd thought would be a fine plan. Which is why Steve doesn't hesitate. He reached out a hand and tugged the line of Danny's waistcoat lapel to drag him back closer. Finger sliding between his shirt and it while he demanded Danny rather than waiting, or even speaking. Like Steve was impatient and reckless, didn't like sharing his new prize with anyone, even for the most sensible of reasons. He was supposed to be good at what he was here for, too.
Which meant he could suck it the fuck up, himself, too, and not flinch more than the first half second when his cheek brushed Danny's to be able to say more seriously into his ear than the low, fast insinuation of his movement would look from the outside, "We should check out the back." Beat. (Beat of time. Rattling, ratcheting beat of his pulse.) "In case."
He was there. They missed him, because he'd come earlier or at some point when they were looking. Or just shortly ago.
But definitely they should get up, before Steve's chest decided to stop working entirely as he looked at Danny.
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Date: 2015-10-09 03:46 am (UTC)Danny's drop of his hand, fast, with the turn to start paying, is almost too fast.
Leaves Steve giving the edge of his a critical look for a moment, while he's finding his cash. Dedicatedly. Which could be Danny just taking care of it. Or it could be what Steve always knew it would get eventually. A little too much. A little too close. A little too weird. There's a big difference between pretending to be on a date with Kono, and this. Where they are. It being him. The assumption everywhere.
But it's too late to get cold feet. They're already here, and there's already a line of events stacking up. Ones very few people could recall, but well enough. The bartender would have it straight. Steve would be amazed if he didn't inform on some of the things he saw all the time. The process for getting places between here and there. Who, and what. He didn't have the space to handle some wounded awkwardness in the middle of this place. It'd just get washed out with the beers and the waves later. The way it always did.
But for now Danny would just have to deal. Learn to roll with what he'd thought would be a fine plan. Which is why Steve doesn't hesitate. He reached out a hand and tugged the line of Danny's waistcoat lapel to drag him back closer. Finger sliding between his shirt and it while he demanded Danny rather than waiting, or even speaking. Like Steve was impatient and reckless, didn't like sharing his new prize with anyone, even for the most sensible of reasons. He was supposed to be good at what he was here for, too.
Which meant he could suck it the fuck up, himself, too, and not flinch more than the first half second when his cheek brushed Danny's to be able to say more seriously into his ear than the low, fast insinuation of his movement would look from the outside, "We should check out the back." Beat. (Beat of time. Rattling, ratcheting beat of his pulse.) "In case."
He was there. They missed him, because he'd come earlier or at some point when they were looking. Or just shortly ago.
But definitely they should get up, before Steve's chest decided to stop working entirely as he looked at Danny.