Of course Steve has more than the legal limit. Of course he does. Danny doesn't look into it, because it would be awkward arresting his best friend and partner, and Steve can at least mostly be trusted to keep them here and hidden, right? At least, he's unlikely to go rob a bank.
There are two parts of what Steve says and does that are easy to respond to, and one that his brain balks at like a cat splashed with water. Clumping gears, swiftly shutting them down, slamming walls up. One word that works like a tripwire and sends him sprawling.
Making his voice come cranky in reply, aggravated, watching Steve with annoyance when he lifts his head back up from the faint sting at Danny's neck. "Will you watch it? I don't know if you noticed, but it isn't exactly fun for me when Kono starts in on what I am sure is at least mostly well-meaning questions about my love life."
That smile, dark and arrogant and knowing, isn't helpful. Only pushes him further into digging in his heels, stubbornly ignoring the thing screaming around his head, landing in a soft punch to the gut, to his chest. Threatening the structural integrity of his ribs. He can't. Alright? Looking at it makes it real. Acknowledging it means he's even more screwed than he already is.
So he bats it back, instead, prickly, exasperated, letting Steve get under his skin, in that way where Steve basically resides there at all times already.
"Wrong. You're a psychopath."
And he just won't pay attention to any part of him that says otherwise, okay. Two freakouts in one night is more than enough.
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Date: 2013-03-02 06:19 pm (UTC)Of course Steve has more than the legal limit. Of course he does. Danny doesn't look into it, because it would be awkward arresting his best friend and partner, and Steve can at least mostly be trusted to keep them here and hidden, right? At least, he's unlikely to go rob a bank.
There are two parts of what Steve says and does that are easy to respond to, and one that his brain balks at like a cat splashed with water. Clumping gears, swiftly shutting them down, slamming walls up. One word that works like a tripwire and sends him sprawling.
Making his voice come cranky in reply, aggravated, watching Steve with annoyance when he lifts his head back up from the faint sting at Danny's neck. "Will you watch it? I don't know if you noticed, but it isn't exactly fun for me when Kono starts in on what I am sure is at least mostly well-meaning questions about my love life."
That smile, dark and arrogant and knowing, isn't helpful. Only pushes him further into digging in his heels, stubbornly ignoring the thing screaming around his head, landing in a soft punch to the gut, to his chest. Threatening the structural integrity of his ribs. He can't. Alright? Looking at it makes it real. Acknowledging it means he's even more screwed than he already is.
So he bats it back, instead, prickly, exasperated, letting Steve get under his skin, in that way where Steve basically resides there at all times already.
"Wrong. You're a psychopath."
And he just won't pay attention to any part of him that says otherwise, okay. Two freakouts in one night is more than enough.