That actually makes him look over, because Steve insults him, often, and Steve makes fun of him, even more, but it's not that blunt, that unapologetically annoyed.
As if it weren't the plan, for Danny to be the one to draw them out: the men who hated haoles, this guy. Because Danny can take care of himself, if he needs to, and his face isn't as immediately recognizable, a lot of times, as Chin's or Steve's, and people underestimate him.
Making his own retort a little blunter than usual, too, in return, because Steve has ever right to be pissed at him now, but it's not like Danny's gone into these situations with no idea of what was going to happen, no back-up, no plan. "Then I guess you'd better use someone else as bait, next time."
Sharper than he means it to be, maybe. It's hard. Trying to keep himself from spouting his thoughts all over the inside of the car, painting it thick with words and apologies and everything Steve needs to know, but it's not where he'd want it to be, okay. Steve is a captive audience here, would be forced to listen to it. Facing away from Danny. Too close and too far, all at the same time.
Arguing with the part of himself that thinks it would have been better if someone else had been picked tonight, and hating the sudden bite of jealousy that surfaces at the thought. Of Chin, or anyone else. The way it bit every time Steve smiled at Cath, or wrapped an arm around her, in every way Danny wasn't supposed to begrudge her or want for himself.
The way it growled at every bartender who cocked a flirty smile and sent a free drink Steve's way, or tourist girls on the beach would outright stare, smiles full of promise.
Chin would have been able to pull it together, keep it professional, at least. Danny might have hated it, but it would have been better. Should have been. He should never have let this happen, in the first place, to begin with. He should have known.
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Date: 2015-10-21 04:32 am (UTC)That actually makes him look over, because Steve insults him, often, and Steve makes fun of him, even more, but it's not that blunt, that unapologetically annoyed.
As if it weren't the plan, for Danny to be the one to draw them out: the men who hated haoles, this guy. Because Danny can take care of himself, if he needs to, and his face isn't as immediately recognizable, a lot of times, as Chin's or Steve's, and people underestimate him.
Making his own retort a little blunter than usual, too, in return, because Steve has ever right to be pissed at him now, but it's not like Danny's gone into these situations with no idea of what was going to happen, no back-up, no plan. "Then I guess you'd better use someone else as bait, next time."
Sharper than he means it to be, maybe. It's hard. Trying to keep himself from spouting his thoughts all over the inside of the car, painting it thick with words and apologies and everything Steve needs to know, but it's not where he'd want it to be, okay. Steve is a captive audience here, would be forced to listen to it. Facing away from Danny. Too close and too far, all at the same time.
Arguing with the part of himself that thinks it would have been better if someone else had been picked tonight, and hating the sudden bite of jealousy that surfaces at the thought. Of Chin, or anyone else. The way it bit every time Steve smiled at Cath, or wrapped an arm around her, in every way Danny wasn't supposed to begrudge her or want for himself.
The way it growled at every bartender who cocked a flirty smile and sent a free drink Steve's way, or tourist girls on the beach would outright stare, smiles full of promise.
Chin would have been able to pull it together, keep it professional, at least. Danny might have hated it, but it would have been better. Should have been. He should never have let this happen, in the first place, to begin with. He should have known.