Steve's answer is probably too hard, when he's trying to, and unable to, ignore the fact Danny is fixing himself back into one piece. Buttoning his vest and smoothing his hair, and it makes Steve's skin itch. He wants to be out of this suit entirely, have it off all of his skin, and somewhere else. Swimming into the blackness. Drinking something too sharp and too hard. Neither of those involve him needing someone else, or having to lie to them.
He caught the keys, with a single black note, "No." Dropping and pushing into the car after the catch.
Danny's still out there, doing god knows what, that Steve doesn't want to look over at, because the space between the door and the window will have him level with Danny's chest and those buttons. Which he can already see too much of, twisted like Danny is looking somewhere else, anywhere else, getting fucking cold feet about even getting into his own car with Steve. Even after throwing Steve the keys. Even after shoving at Steve to get over here, get in, get going.
He's somewhere else. Anywhere else. And Steve lets his teeth lock briefly pushing a breath out his nose slowly and heavy, but silent in its control, as he realizes the rose on his lapel is half broken at this point. It's probably been flopping back and forth since he slammed into the perp. Steve reached up pulling the thing off. Pin, ribbon and all. Dropping it in the cup holder, and wishing he could pull everything else off his skin as easily.
"If you don't get in the car, I'm going to leave you here." Steve said, toward the body in the doorway. The one he still wasn't looking at. Buttoned vest, waist hips. Other buttons. Too much grey. All grey. Right to the side of his vision. An insanity he'd gotten so good at being used to and suddenly it was everywhere, in every thought, a snap of lightning under every thought. One hand firm on the wheel, and the other putting the key in. Turning on the familiar rumble of the engine, that sounded rough and caustic tonight. So ready to be anywhere but here.
Steve, too. Anywhere other than here. The building. The car. Danny's side. He didn't need, or want, or deserve any of them.
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Date: 2015-10-20 04:08 am (UTC)Steve's answer is probably too hard, when he's trying to, and unable to, ignore the fact Danny is fixing himself back into one piece. Buttoning his vest and smoothing his hair, and it makes Steve's skin itch. He wants to be out of this suit entirely, have it off all of his skin, and somewhere else. Swimming into the blackness. Drinking something too sharp and too hard. Neither of those involve him needing someone else, or having to lie to them.
He caught the keys, with a single black note, "No." Dropping and pushing into the car after the catch.
Danny's still out there, doing god knows what, that Steve doesn't want to look over at, because the space between the door and the window will have him level with Danny's chest and those buttons. Which he can already see too much of, twisted like Danny is looking somewhere else, anywhere else, getting fucking cold feet about even getting into his own car with Steve. Even after throwing Steve the keys. Even after shoving at Steve to get over here, get in, get going.
He's somewhere else. Anywhere else. And Steve lets his teeth lock briefly pushing a breath out his nose slowly and heavy, but silent in its control, as he realizes the rose on his lapel is half broken at this point. It's probably been flopping back and forth since he slammed into the perp. Steve reached up pulling the thing off. Pin, ribbon and all. Dropping it in the cup holder, and wishing he could pull everything else off his skin as easily.
"If you don't get in the car, I'm going to leave you here." Steve said, toward the body in the doorway. The one he still wasn't looking at. Buttoned vest, waist hips. Other buttons. Too much grey. All grey. Right to the side of his vision. An insanity he'd gotten so good at being used to and suddenly it was everywhere, in every thought, a snap of lightning under every thought. One hand firm on the wheel, and the other putting the key in. Turning on the familiar rumble of the engine, that sounded rough and caustic tonight. So ready to be anywhere but here.
Steve, too. Anywhere other than here. The building. The car. Danny's side. He didn't need, or want, or deserve any of them.