His fingers already itch to go back to Steve's wrist, to find his arm, his back, his shoulder. Get him solid under his hands, so he can convince himself Steve really did come out here, and Danny isn't having some kind of psychotic break. He doesn't; instead, that hand and the other one skate out in front of him, fingers lining up together, sectioning off his points like he's lifting imaginary boxes. "I am not the one with a gun on my hip, despite the fact that it is Sunday night and I am in my own home. What, are you expecting some housebreaker to decide today is a good day to start working Sundays and hit the home of a Navy SEAL?"
He feels a little better, a little steadier with every word, and every washing motion of his hands, waving in the air like he's got to clear the path of some invisible cloud before they can walk through it. Back to brash bravado, like it might just smooth over any memories of the way he'd wandered, not ten minutes ago, as lost as a dog off its leash. Like he might be able to forget the way Steve kept coming after him, the way his name got choked off halfway through being said. When Danny couldn't even say Steve's. Or much of anything at all.
Too sure it was all done. Gone. Already. Barely had, already lost. A still panicked, fluttering beat, pushed far down, like a caught bird trying to get past glass.
Nothing that can be dealt with here and now, and it's not like he can reach for Steve's arm or wrist with Cath right there, so he keeps his hands to himself, just opens the door instead, experiencing a rapid sucking deja vu that lends the tiniest of pauses, and trepidation. Just a settling of his shoulders, before he's heading into the house, where, after a quick look, Cath is nowhere to be seen.
He half turns to glance at Steve, eyebrows up, but there's a clattering sound from the kitchen and he realizes she'd brought the empty plates back there.
Unwinding one knot of tension, creating another, but he just looks at Steve. "You said there's Longboards?"
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Date: 2013-02-07 01:22 am (UTC)His fingers already itch to go back to Steve's wrist, to find his arm, his back, his shoulder. Get him solid under his hands, so he can convince himself Steve really did come out here, and Danny isn't having some kind of psychotic break. He doesn't; instead, that hand and the other one skate out in front of him, fingers lining up together, sectioning off his points like he's lifting imaginary boxes. "I am not the one with a gun on my hip, despite the fact that it is Sunday night and I am in my own home. What, are you expecting some housebreaker to decide today is a good day to start working Sundays and hit the home of a Navy SEAL?"
He feels a little better, a little steadier with every word, and every washing motion of his hands, waving in the air like he's got to clear the path of some invisible cloud before they can walk through it. Back to brash bravado, like it might just smooth over any memories of the way he'd wandered, not ten minutes ago, as lost as a dog off its leash. Like he might be able to forget the way Steve kept coming after him, the way his name got choked off halfway through being said. When Danny couldn't even say Steve's. Or much of anything at all.
Too sure it was all done. Gone. Already. Barely had, already lost. A still panicked, fluttering beat, pushed far down, like a caught bird trying to get past glass.
Nothing that can be dealt with here and now, and it's not like he can reach for Steve's arm or wrist with Cath right there, so he keeps his hands to himself, just opens the door instead, experiencing a rapid sucking deja vu that lends the tiniest of pauses, and trepidation. Just a settling of his shoulders, before he's heading into the house, where, after a quick look, Cath is nowhere to be seen.
He half turns to glance at Steve, eyebrows up, but there's a clattering sound from the kitchen and he realizes she'd brought the empty plates back there.
Unwinding one knot of tension, creating another, but he just looks at Steve. "You said there's Longboards?"
Talk about being able to use a beer.