As true now as the million other times he's said it: yelled into the cab of the Camaro, grumbled across his desk, muttered at too-fucking-early in the morning when Steve calls him, cheerful about catching a case. He hates Steve, and Steve's pathological need to be right about everything, and Steve's tendency to toss himself off buildings, and the way Steve drives his car, not to mention the things Steve keeps in his car. He's hated Steve since the very first day they met, and it's only grown through the years, because he was never supposed to feel this way again, and maybe he hates Steve a little for that, too.
For dragging Danny out of his miserable shell, out of his miserable rat-hole of an apartment. For hauling him around this island, and forcing him to interact with people, to see the outdoors and breathe fresh air even when not demanded by a case. For barging in and tossing Danny's life like a burglar, leaving it in pieces and then, suddenly, whole, and better than before.
He hates that Steve gets half-naked on a regular basis, making traffic stop and onlookers stare until Danny wants to cover him with a giant paper bag, sick to his stomach every time a pretty tourist girl wants Steve to teach her how to surf when he comes jogging in from the waves, lit up the way he gets. Shaking water all over Grace and making her shriek, while he grins like a maniac. Mocking Danny and Danny's dislike of water, but never pushing him into it, because Steve knows about Billy, and that's something to hate, too.
That Danny's told him everything. That Steve knows him better than maybe anyone else in the world, including his own mother. That he stormed his way into Danny's life and took charge of it is bad enough, but then he had to go and make Danny love him, too. "You're the worst person I know."
Who is currently half-bare against him, and aimed at getting rid of that other half, it seems like, because his fingers are busy at his own button and zipper, and panicked sirens are wailing in Danny's head, but the thought of trying to stop this is like planning to stop a freight train by tossing a penny on the tracks, and Steve, Steve has always been a runaway train, barreling down at Danny.
And somehow, Danny never does just jump out of the way. "You know, I feel pretty sure there are better places in your house to do this. Just as a concept, something to throw out there. There are options, is what I'm saying, that don't involve your front door."
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"I hate you so much."
As true now as the million other times he's said it: yelled into the cab of the Camaro, grumbled across his desk, muttered at too-fucking-early in the morning when Steve calls him, cheerful about catching a case. He hates Steve, and Steve's pathological need to be right about everything, and Steve's tendency to toss himself off buildings, and the way Steve drives his car, not to mention the things Steve keeps in his car. He's hated Steve since the very first day they met, and it's only grown through the years, because he was never supposed to feel this way again, and maybe he hates Steve a little for that, too.
For dragging Danny out of his miserable shell, out of his miserable rat-hole of an apartment. For hauling him around this island, and forcing him to interact with people, to see the outdoors and breathe fresh air even when not demanded by a case. For barging in and tossing Danny's life like a burglar, leaving it in pieces and then, suddenly, whole, and better than before.
He hates that Steve gets half-naked on a regular basis, making traffic stop and onlookers stare until Danny wants to cover him with a giant paper bag, sick to his stomach every time a pretty tourist girl wants Steve to teach her how to surf when he comes jogging in from the waves, lit up the way he gets. Shaking water all over Grace and making her shriek, while he grins like a maniac. Mocking Danny and Danny's dislike of water, but never pushing him into it, because Steve knows about Billy, and that's something to hate, too.
That Danny's told him everything. That Steve knows him better than maybe anyone else in the world, including his own mother. That he stormed his way into Danny's life and took charge of it is bad enough, but then he had to go and make Danny love him, too. "You're the worst person I know."
Who is currently half-bare against him, and aimed at getting rid of that other half, it seems like, because his fingers are busy at his own button and zipper, and panicked sirens are wailing in Danny's head, but the thought of trying to stop this is like planning to stop a freight train by tossing a penny on the tracks, and Steve, Steve has always been a runaway train, barreling down at Danny.
And somehow, Danny never does just jump out of the way. "You know, I feel pretty sure there are better places in your house to do this. Just as a concept, something to throw out there. There are options, is what I'm saying, that don't involve your front door."