For the first, even without loosening up, it feels like his chest opens, watching Danny draw out a hand and start pointing at the long walkway between the gate and the door their standing on. For that one, he's not entirely sure he disagrees. He doesn't know what will happen on the other side of that door, or this door in his friendship with Catherine.
For the second, Steve is just going to stare for a second, like he's sure he has to have heard that wrong. Blink, and tilt his head, and no. Danny is still following up that sentence opener with more words. Talking about going away from here. From him. Now.
"You want to leave now?" The words shoot out of his mouth into the warm Hawaii evening.
A smatter of sharp surprised suspicious and disbelief, and he doesn't even know if the emphasis is more on want, asking if this is what Danny wants, or on now, after this, all of this. When Steve already stopped him once. This, thing, Steve can't even classify. Where it literally looked like the light and life was utterly gone from Danny. Like they'd jumped a year back.
And somehow he did that. Details and assumptions unmitigated. But he did that. To Danny. Slapped that face that made him want to flash bomb Edward's house, call the other two a loss, grab Gracie and run, if it would be anything to spark life back into Danny. He did that. Somehow. Him. Now. Here. Which is too big. Too hard.
It's not even not throwing file cases at his partner's head for lying and then punishing him for being too willing to do anything to bring his plane home. It's something entirely else. Because it'd taken so much effort not to hate the person who put it there, who did chose Danny. And he shouldn't --
Shouldn't even be capable of doing that.
This, all of this, shouldn't matter that much. He shouldn't. This whole week. For fucks sake, even Doris proved that. This week. First with a door, and then with a plane, and Danny is still standing there, like an awkward teenager who'd rather run away than come any closer. Especially now that it looks like he's done having the first panic attack Steve never had in the list of which ones to expect coming someday soon.
Which, really does not mean, he has to play along with the game where Danny wants to back away from his house, from him, still. He already did it once, right? He can just look unimpressed that Danny thinks that running away was anywhere in the options Steve set out a second ago.
"Or you could, suck it up, be an adult, and -- I don't know, Danny -- stay." Is sort of firm, without actually having any extra biting insult than anything he threw at Danny's head in a normal given day. Except that the option is phrased without a question mark attached to it this time. "There are still some more shish kebabs and Longboards in the kitchen." Even if he hasn't moved toward the door.
Even if he isn't sure he will, can. Not if Danny decides to actually go the other way, toward the camaro.
Fine. Danny showed up unannounced, had a great freak out, slashed his character without basis.
That doesn't mean he has the right to get to walk away from here. From him.
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Date: 2013-02-06 11:20 pm (UTC)For the second, Steve is just going to stare for a second, like he's sure he has to have heard that wrong. Blink, and tilt his head, and no. Danny is still following up that sentence opener with more words. Talking about going away from here. From him. Now.
"You want to leave now?" The words shoot out of his mouth into the warm Hawaii evening.
A smatter of sharp surprised suspicious and disbelief, and he doesn't even know if the emphasis is more on want, asking if this is what Danny wants, or on now, after this, all of this. When Steve already stopped him once. This, thing, Steve can't even classify. Where it literally looked like the light and life was utterly gone from Danny. Like they'd jumped a year back.
And somehow he did that. Details and assumptions unmitigated. But he did that. To Danny. Slapped that face that made him want to flash bomb Edward's house, call the other two a loss, grab Gracie and run, if it would be anything to spark life back into Danny. He did that. Somehow. Him. Now. Here. Which is too big. Too hard.
It's not even not throwing file cases at his partner's head for lying and then punishing him for being too willing to do anything to bring his plane home. It's something entirely else. Because it'd taken so much effort not to hate the person who put it there, who did chose Danny. And he shouldn't --
Shouldn't even be capable of doing that.
This, all of this, shouldn't matter that much. He shouldn't. This whole week. For fucks sake, even Doris proved that. This week. First with a door, and then with a plane, and Danny is still standing there, like an awkward teenager who'd rather run away than come any closer. Especially now that it looks like he's done having the first panic attack Steve never had in the list of which ones to expect coming someday soon.
Which, really does not mean, he has to play along with the game where Danny wants to back away from his house, from him, still. He already did it once, right? He can just look unimpressed that Danny thinks that running away was anywhere in the options Steve set out a second ago.
"Or you could, suck it up, be an adult, and -- I don't know, Danny -- stay." Is sort of firm, without actually having any extra biting insult than anything he threw at Danny's head in a normal given day. Except that the option is phrased without a question mark attached to it this time. "There are still some more shish kebabs and Longboards in the kitchen." Even if he hasn't moved toward the door.
Even if he isn't sure he will, can. Not if Danny decides to actually go the other way, toward the camaro.
Fine. Danny showed up unannounced, had a great freak out, slashed his character without basis.
That doesn't mean he has the right to get to walk away from here. From him.