"Yes. No. It can't be both. I know you. It's definitely going to lean one way or the other. I realize you are an excellent multitasker, but I'm fairly sure you have an actual plan of attack here, and probably single-minded one at that, though obviously killing more birds with one stone is appealingly effective."
Steve's got a conversational tone Danny's not sure he appreciates, when Steve is also dragging madness across Danny's skin, leaving him cold when he lifts his head to join the debate, which makes it all the more dizzying when his lips brush back over that sensitive nub of skin, pushing Danny's head back into the pillow involuntarily, Danny's eyes closing against the sensation, fighting to keep from pushing up into that lazy mouth, for more, harder.
"You think that's not mutual?"
Because Steve is the reason for like at least sixty percent of the stress in Danny's day to day life. Sure, things with Rachel are taking a toll, yeah, he hates the arguments and the lawyers and the scumbag criminals they chase after week in and week out, but Steve, alright, Steve is like a virtuoso when it comes to getting on Danny's nerves. There are the weapons, and his desire to leap off very tall objects or very moving objects, and his firm belief that sometimes violence actually is the answer. And his stubborn refusal to think that anyone else's methods might work.
"You're already insane. I can't possibly be making that much of a difference. But me! I was level-headed, once upon a time. I had psych evals that were so clean they would make our current legally-required team of head-shrinkers weep. You know, more than they already do at the crap we pull."
Times when he never would have considered infiltrating North Korea, and -- okay, he probably still would have gone after the CIA, but he would have had a damn good reason and not forgone backup.
And that's all before even getting into this.
This, where Steve is breaking Danny's sanity apart like he's shredding paper, piece by piece, until it all comes ripping apart and Danny gasps, sharp, fingers hard against Steve's head, as the air in the room boils and every nerve in his body lights in painfully brilliant sensation, arrowing straight to that one point. Sending him rocking into Steve, jerking against the hand holding him down, his free hand skating helpless over Steve's back. "Fuck -- Christ --"
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Steve's got a conversational tone Danny's not sure he appreciates, when Steve is also dragging madness across Danny's skin, leaving him cold when he lifts his head to join the debate, which makes it all the more dizzying when his lips brush back over that sensitive nub of skin, pushing Danny's head back into the pillow involuntarily, Danny's eyes closing against the sensation, fighting to keep from pushing up into that lazy mouth, for more, harder.
"You think that's not mutual?"
Because Steve is the reason for like at least sixty percent of the stress in Danny's day to day life. Sure, things with Rachel are taking a toll, yeah, he hates the arguments and the lawyers and the scumbag criminals they chase after week in and week out, but Steve, alright, Steve is like a virtuoso when it comes to getting on Danny's nerves. There are the weapons, and his desire to leap off very tall objects or very moving objects, and his firm belief that sometimes violence actually is the answer. And his stubborn refusal to think that anyone else's methods might work.
"You're already insane. I can't possibly be making that much of a difference. But me! I was level-headed, once upon a time. I had psych evals that were so clean they would make our current legally-required team of head-shrinkers weep. You know, more than they already do at the crap we pull."
Times when he never would have considered infiltrating North Korea, and -- okay, he probably still would have gone after the CIA, but he would have had a damn good reason and not forgone backup.
And that's all before even getting into this.
This, where Steve is breaking Danny's sanity apart like he's shredding paper, piece by piece, until it all comes ripping apart and Danny gasps, sharp, fingers hard against Steve's head, as the air in the room boils and every nerve in his body lights in painfully brilliant sensation, arrowing straight to that one point. Sending him rocking into Steve, jerking against the hand holding him down, his free hand skating helpless over Steve's back. "Fuck -- Christ --"