He doesn't flee the room, no matter how standing in it does nothing for relaxing his shoulders at all. This room covered in memories, the ghosts of people, blood, lives. Good things that are more than he wants to even give the time to remember, when all of them feel betrayed. Maybe they won't end up staying long. He managed the morning, but the whole of it. Everyone everything that keeps happening right here lately.
He untied his shoes and got rid of his socks. Emptying his pockets and ending up at his wallet badge and phone in his hands, again. Flipping it over, opening it, and sending Chin a short text telling him that he'd be dropping by shortly. Hedging for a just second, before he did actually send a short one to Danny. Just saying everyone had the all-clear. It might have been an hour or two after he'd talked to Kono, but he did say he'd keep Danny updated.
Letting himself wonder how they are, and what all they've gotten up to in only a handful of hours. Whether it ended up being the aquarium or the beach or something else all together. Whether Grace knows, and how much better Danny probably is for having gotten to see her. He didn't know when he left for Japan, while Danny was with her, when he assumed it would, and so much worse was in Danny's face when he came back.
His finger hovered over the small text window, but he looked up as the water went off, and instead sliped both pressed pack together in his hand. It's only the better part of another minute and half, maybe two, before she's back down. He can't help that the efficiency and quickness actually is pleasing. The kind of thing Danny wouldn't have done if he was being paid for. Hadn't been when he lived here, argued and bartered for more time recently even.
And, there she is. Still looking radiant, with semi-dry hair and the tank top, with slipping straps back, smiling and headed down the stairs like she still owns them a little. Maybe even more so, because of being graceful against it all. Able to smile and toss it out, as well as take it in. Still smile, no matter what the waves brought in. He has to smile. There really isn't two ways about it, when nods, and heads up against her heading down.
"I'll be back in five." Long enough to lose clothes, to get washed, to find new clothes. But not enough time to let himself get tripped up on walking into the bedroom, on thinking about Danny pacing and shouting, and reaching out to touch the bruises on his chest with such livid, helpless anger in his eyes. No. None of all of that. He can wander around it, rather than childhood memories, even thicker stacked and louder, later.
For now, he skips steps, grabs a handful of clothes, and ends up in the bathroom and shower, quick.
He might even let out a surprised sigh, tense skin releasing a notch, at the first fleet of hot water hitting him like needles.
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He untied his shoes and got rid of his socks. Emptying his pockets and ending up at his wallet badge and phone in his hands, again. Flipping it over, opening it, and sending Chin a short text telling him that he'd be dropping by shortly. Hedging for a just second, before he did actually send a short one to Danny. Just saying everyone had the all-clear. It might have been an hour or two after he'd talked to Kono, but he did say he'd keep Danny updated.
Letting himself wonder how they are, and what all they've gotten up to in only a handful of hours. Whether it ended up being the aquarium or the beach or something else all together. Whether Grace knows, and how much better Danny probably is for having gotten to see her. He didn't know when he left for Japan, while Danny was with her, when he assumed it would, and so much worse was in Danny's face when he came back.
His finger hovered over the small text window, but he looked up as the water went off, and instead sliped both pressed pack together in his hand. It's only the better part of another minute and half, maybe two, before she's back down. He can't help that the efficiency and quickness actually is pleasing. The kind of thing Danny wouldn't have done if he was being paid for. Hadn't been when he lived here, argued and bartered for more time recently even.
And, there she is. Still looking radiant, with semi-dry hair and the tank top, with slipping straps back, smiling and headed down the stairs like she still owns them a little. Maybe even more so, because of being graceful against it all. Able to smile and toss it out, as well as take it in. Still smile, no matter what the waves brought in. He has to smile. There really isn't two ways about it, when nods, and heads up against her heading down.
"I'll be back in five." Long enough to lose clothes, to get washed, to find new clothes. But not enough time to let himself get tripped up on walking into the bedroom, on thinking about Danny pacing and shouting, and reaching out to touch the bruises on his chest with such livid, helpless anger in his eyes. No. None of all of that. He can wander around it, rather than childhood memories, even thicker stacked and louder, later.
For now, he skips steps, grabs a handful of clothes, and ends up in the bathroom and shower, quick.
He might even let out a surprised sigh, tense skin releasing a notch, at the first fleet of hot water hitting him like needles.