Steve doesn't reply, and she's sort of exhausted her limited trove of appropriately sympathetic responses, so she doesn't add anything, either, just watches the road unroll in front of and around them, bleeding into a familiar neighborhood, with plants and a street and houses she knows.
She hopes Danny doesn't have to go, but her hope really has no place here, when she's so disengaged from Five-0 as anything other than updates from Steve and one evening of black tie formal wear that gave her a skewed mental image of what they all look like on a daily basis. Trying to reconcile Kono, in her slinky silver gown and elegant hair, with the reckless, near-fanatical surfer, the next best hand-to-hand combatant in Five-0 after Steve. Or Danny and Chin, with their suits.
She barely knows them, which makes it hard to have an opinion that isn't entirely informed by the effects their lives have on Steve's, and easy to have one that boils down to not wanting to see Steve run on the edge of the rails, left without a team, or with one falling apart. He'd keep them together by sheer willpower if he could, she's sure.
And if anyone could, it's Steve.
But there's not much else to say that hasn't been said, so she lets it lie, watches as the house comes into view, the driveway that will crunch under the tired, before glancing over at him. "Seems like a weekend off will be good for everybody. Even though I know you're allergic to free time."
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She hopes Danny doesn't have to go, but her hope really has no place here, when she's so disengaged from Five-0 as anything other than updates from Steve and one evening of black tie formal wear that gave her a skewed mental image of what they all look like on a daily basis. Trying to reconcile Kono, in her slinky silver gown and elegant hair, with the reckless, near-fanatical surfer, the next best hand-to-hand combatant in Five-0 after Steve. Or Danny and Chin, with their suits.
She barely knows them, which makes it hard to have an opinion that isn't entirely informed by the effects their lives have on Steve's, and easy to have one that boils down to not wanting to see Steve run on the edge of the rails, left without a team, or with one falling apart. He'd keep them together by sheer willpower if he could, she's sure.
And if anyone could, it's Steve.
But there's not much else to say that hasn't been said, so she lets it lie, watches as the house comes into view, the driveway that will crunch under the tired, before glancing over at him. "Seems like a weekend off will be good for everybody. Even though I know you're allergic to free time."