"I don't know," Steve decides to lead with, unmartial by any of the insults, one arm crossing Danny's chest and resting there, fingers driving through an endless brush of pressed curls that are becoming so common they're almost for granted. Until a second strikes, like this one. When he actually looks down, watches his fingers spread wide over part of Danny's chest, past the back of his hand, covering as much space as possible.
"It was pretty amusing last time." You know in every seconds where he wasn't completely standing in the back of the bull pen, waiting to see what exactly would fall out of Danny's mouth. Especially with how much Kono looked like a kid suddenly. At Christmas. With her first board. Bright as thought none of the stuff with Adam had been going on.
At least for a few seconds.
A sentiment he didn't entirely hate, when it lines up with the fact he's not entirely immune to the effect, himself, it seems. Forgetting for a few minutes here and there, everything else, when Danny is right here. Right next to him. Serious or ranting or laughing or teasing. He forgets for a few minutes, when Danny is here. All the rest of the crap waiting right outside the door of this room.
Of his head. That he doesn't forget. Any of it. That sometimes Danny is right. His head is a miserable place to be. He keeps it all.
"Wanting to know how it was you got up to something she didn't know about yet." If there were moments she really did remind Steve how young she was. Everything was new and delightful. Even seconds after the look of utter shock about things with Gabby being done. She was onboard with wanting to be Danny's conspirator for whatever it was that was already happening. "Totally cool with getting the brush off. Because that's completely the kind of detective she is."
Maybe because it went well with her own. With Adam. Secrets, and excitement.
And then, not to be missed, also, because it was just Kono. Endlessly bright and willing to join in. "Mostly." Steve's voice was a riot of dark humor, repeating that word the way Danny had said. Thinking about his collar grabbing.
It was terrible that he actually felt more compelled to be obnoxios and lay into Danny's skin with that thought, wasn't it?
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"It was pretty amusing last time." You know in every seconds where he wasn't completely standing in the back of the bull pen, waiting to see what exactly would fall out of Danny's mouth. Especially with how much Kono looked like a kid suddenly. At Christmas. With her first board. Bright as thought none of the stuff with Adam had been going on.
At least for a few seconds.
A sentiment he didn't entirely hate, when it lines up with the fact he's not entirely immune to the effect, himself, it seems. Forgetting for a few minutes here and there, everything else, when Danny is right here. Right next to him. Serious or ranting or laughing or teasing. He forgets for a few minutes, when Danny is here. All the rest of the crap waiting right outside the door of this room.
Of his head. That he doesn't forget. Any of it. That sometimes Danny is right. His head is a miserable place to be. He keeps it all.
"Wanting to know how it was you got up to something she didn't know about yet." If there were moments she really did remind Steve how young she was. Everything was new and delightful. Even seconds after the look of utter shock about things with Gabby being done. She was onboard with wanting to be Danny's conspirator for whatever it was that was already happening. "Totally cool with getting the brush off. Because that's completely the kind of detective she is."
Maybe because it went well with her own. With Adam. Secrets, and excitement.
And then, not to be missed, also, because it was just Kono. Endlessly bright and willing to join in. "Mostly."
Steve's voice was a riot of dark humor, repeating that word the way Danny had said. Thinking about his collar grabbing.
It was terrible that he actually felt more compelled to be obnoxios and lay into Danny's skin with that thought, wasn't it?