It's despair. The one without the anger to guard it, biting sharp and hard and loud.
Despair. Absolutely rock bottom with silent staring. Nuclear. All over Danny's face. The kind that digs a switch knife around in Steve's intestines and makes him want to forgo oaths and bomb houses. The way Danny looked after Rachel left him the second time. The way he looked after Grace had been kidnapped. The way he looked about Matt both times. Except it's not about Rachel. Or Grace. Or Matt. Or Gabby. Or Amber. It's
I shouldn’t want you, but I do
I shouldn't have kissed you, but I did
Steve blinked and Danny, with only another handful of words, blasted past his ears. A roar of debris, and then he was turning. Still talking. Telling him to forget it. Like Steve ever forgot anything. Like there was any way for him to forget -- what he could hardly even see, hear, hold on. Was slipping away. Because Danny turned and he was walking toward the door. Fast steps, reaching for the handle, while Steve's throat struggled out suddenly, "Stop."
A good order, even though reversely hypocritical. (I shouldn’t want you, but I do) Because Steve was taking huge strides across the space to where Danny had been. Not sure where to stop. How. When. Rocking back a few feet, one hand raised. Except Danny didn't want to touch him. Flinched each time he almost took even a step since getting in here.
Or did. not being able to keep my fucking hands off you and I won't touch you making him stop. Even stopping feels impossible.
There's a swelling feeling threatening to stampede straight through the front of his rib cage. "You wan-" But the question dies on his lips. Parched. Impossible to force. Steve who doesn't stutter. Stammer. Have any problem giving even his boss his a piece of his mind. A victim. A terrorist. Anyone. But he can't. That one is. "Earlier--" is safer, even when everything feels like it's electric in his body. Plugged directly into a socket. Fork in it. Too many volts. Barely holding still. "--you wanted--"
He needs to see Danny's face. He needs Danny to stop moving. He needs to be sure Danny won't flinch if he reaches out.
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And then it's not terrified.
It's despair. The one without the anger to guard it, biting sharp and hard and loud.
Despair. Absolutely rock bottom with silent staring. Nuclear. All over Danny's face. The kind that digs a switch knife around in Steve's intestines and makes him want to forgo oaths and bomb houses. The way Danny looked after Rachel left him the second time. The way he looked after Grace had been kidnapped. The way he looked about Matt both times. Except it's not about Rachel. Or Grace. Or Matt. Or Gabby. Or Amber. It's
I shouldn’t want you, but I do
Steve blinked and Danny, with only another handful of words, blasted past his ears. A roar of debris, and then he was turning. Still talking. Telling him to forget it. Like Steve ever forgot anything. Like there was any way for him to forget -- what he could hardly even see, hear, hold on. Was slipping away. Because Danny turned and he was walking toward the door. Fast steps, reaching for the handle, while Steve's throat struggled out suddenly, "Stop."
A good order, even though reversely hypocritical. (I shouldn’t want you, but I do) Because Steve was taking huge strides across the space to where Danny had been. Not sure where to stop. How. When. Rocking back a few feet, one hand raised. Except Danny didn't want to touch him. Flinched each time he almost took even a step since getting in here.
Or did. not being able to keep my fucking hands off you and I won't touch you making him stop. Even stopping feels impossible.
There's a swelling feeling threatening to stampede straight through the front of his rib cage. "You wan-" But the question dies on his lips. Parched. Impossible to force. Steve who doesn't stutter. Stammer. Have any problem giving even his boss his a piece of his mind. A victim. A terrorist. Anyone. But he can't. That one is. "Earlier--" is safer, even when everything feels like it's electric in his body. Plugged directly into a socket. Fork in it. Too many volts. Barely holding still. "--you wanted--"
He needs to see Danny's face. He needs Danny to stop moving. He needs to be sure Danny won't flinch if he reaches out.