They should, shouldn't they? Call it night. Get in the camaro, because Steve never needs a second vehicle. Even if he wishes he could make the truck appear right now. The thought of the camaro. The tiny space. The drive to his house. Danny's second reminder now that they could, should, get going. End this night. This could be over. That he has to get rid of Steve, before can be rid of Steve. Not that he couldn't catch a ride with someone here.
But it would look. . . odd. Noticeably. They come together. They leave together. It would lead to questions, and more lies.
He can make it the short car trip. Let Danny off the hook after doing what he has to to get done with this night. With Steve.
"Looks like." Steve said, turning back from the boys and give a raise of eyebrows, with a head tip, toward the Camaro. Even though he made no motion to either steal Danny's keys or pull out his own for it. If anything, just looking at the car made something in shoulders want to tense even further. The small space that never felt too small just shrinking in on itself, like a clown car before a giant, reminding him.
Of being pulled suddenly against Danny on the wall. Of pushing Danny into the second one.
Danny's hands always waving in the air no matter who was driving, and how easy it was to smack a shoulder or a leg while bemoaning the idiocy of the other. He didn't want to be that close. Didn't deserve to be that close. To have Danny still even needing to do this because there was no other way around it. Not without an even bigger scene having to take place, or link itself to the prior.
He'd been through colder walks, and nights, and weeks. Even months. It was just a car, and if he kept saying it maybe he'd believe.
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Date: 2015-10-20 01:49 am (UTC)They should, shouldn't they? Call it night. Get in the camaro, because Steve never needs a second vehicle. Even if he wishes he could make the truck appear right now. The thought of the camaro. The tiny space. The drive to his house. Danny's second reminder now that they could, should, get going. End this night. This could be over. That he has to get rid of Steve, before can be rid of Steve. Not that he couldn't catch a ride with someone here.
But it would look. . . odd. Noticeably. They come together. They leave together. It would lead to questions, and more lies.
He can make it the short car trip. Let Danny off the hook after doing what he has to to get done with this night. With Steve.
"Looks like." Steve said, turning back from the boys and give a raise of eyebrows, with a head tip, toward the Camaro. Even though he made no motion to either steal Danny's keys or pull out his own for it. If anything, just looking at the car made something in shoulders want to tense even further. The small space that never felt too small just shrinking in on itself, like a clown car before a giant, reminding him.
Of being pulled suddenly against Danny on the wall. Of pushing Danny into the second one.
Danny's hands always waving in the air no matter who was driving, and how easy it was to smack a shoulder or a leg while bemoaning the idiocy of the other. He didn't want to be that close. Didn't deserve to be that close. To have Danny still even needing to do this because there was no other way around it. Not without an even bigger scene having to take place, or link itself to the prior.
He'd been through colder walks, and nights, and weeks. Even months. It was just a car, and if he kept saying it maybe he'd believe.