It's actually not all that long, but enough time passes that she starts seriously considering leaving through the back door and walking along the beach until she can hack her way through someone's yard.
It might not be such a bad idea, to be gone when they come back inside. If they come back inside. If Steve manages to convince Danny that this definitely wasn't what it looked like and hasn't been, all weekend. With the second question being whether she wants to be here.
She's not sure she does. Aside from shoving Steve at the door, she's not sure she's gotten her head wrapped around the idea yet, or started feeling any better about it. If anything, the time to think makes her even more concerned, which is what pushes her to start clearing plates and empty bottles. Just to get up, to move, and consider the implications of slapping an officer who outranks her, even if he's technically Reserves and they aren't serving together.
Of all the stupid things to do, falling in love with his partner -- or falling into bed with his partner, or whatever this is, dating or sleeping together or... doesn't know, whatever -- has got to take the cake. It was bad enough thinking it might be Kono, but Danny. He is with Danny all the time. They're partners, and Danny is probably his best friend. He talks about him, and his daughter, as much as or more than he talks about himself.
She had no idea Danny even swung that way.
She feels guilty, a little. Not being able to immediately be a hundred percent behind it. Not being able to just jump in as support, like a friend should. But a friend should also be able to voice her concerns, and she's going to, will, definitely.
But tonight may not be the time to do it.
Not when the door opens and closes, and Steve comes into the kitchen, with Danny nearby, and she sees how wary he looks, Danny, staying near the wall, walking to the fridge with an overly exaggerated swing of arms and shoulders, like a cat puffing itself up in front of a threatening predator. It's a shame -- she likes Danny, but when she smiles at him, his eyes drop, a mix of guilt and embarrassment and an overly casual attention to taking the cap off the bottle he grabs.
So she turns her attention on Steve, the room feeling a little cooler. Herself a little more reserved. "No need to clutter up your living room. Hey, Danny. I'm glad you decided to stick around."
He leans against the counter, lifts the bottle in greeting. "Nice to see they let you on land, every now and again."
She smiles. "If I'm very good."
For a second, it seems like maybe they'll be able to get past this and be friends, but then he glances at Steve, and she notes how carefully far away from him he is, and she's not sure whether she wants to shove them towards each other or smack them both upside the head more. It's a warring sort of emotion.
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It might not be such a bad idea, to be gone when they come back inside. If they come back inside. If Steve manages to convince Danny that this definitely wasn't what it looked like and hasn't been, all weekend. With the second question being whether she wants to be here.
She's not sure she does. Aside from shoving Steve at the door, she's not sure she's gotten her head wrapped around the idea yet, or started feeling any better about it. If anything, the time to think makes her even more concerned, which is what pushes her to start clearing plates and empty bottles. Just to get up, to move, and consider the implications of slapping an officer who outranks her, even if he's technically Reserves and they aren't serving together.
Of all the stupid things to do, falling in love with his partner -- or falling into bed with his partner, or whatever this is, dating or sleeping together or... doesn't know, whatever -- has got to take the cake. It was bad enough thinking it might be Kono, but Danny. He is with Danny all the time. They're partners, and Danny is probably his best friend. He talks about him, and his daughter, as much as or more than he talks about himself.
She had no idea Danny even swung that way.
She feels guilty, a little. Not being able to immediately be a hundred percent behind it. Not being able to just jump in as support, like a friend should. But a friend should also be able to voice her concerns, and she's going to, will, definitely.
But tonight may not be the time to do it.
Not when the door opens and closes, and Steve comes into the kitchen, with Danny nearby, and she sees how wary he looks, Danny, staying near the wall, walking to the fridge with an overly exaggerated swing of arms and shoulders, like a cat puffing itself up in front of a threatening predator. It's a shame -- she likes Danny, but when she smiles at him, his eyes drop, a mix of guilt and embarrassment and an overly casual attention to taking the cap off the bottle he grabs.
So she turns her attention on Steve, the room feeling a little cooler. Herself a little more reserved. "No need to clutter up your living room. Hey, Danny. I'm glad you decided to stick around."
He leans against the counter, lifts the bottle in greeting. "Nice to see they let you on land, every now and again."
She smiles. "If I'm very good."
For a second, it seems like maybe they'll be able to get past this and be friends, but then he glances at Steve, and she notes how carefully far away from him he is, and she's not sure whether she wants to shove them towards each other or smack them both upside the head more. It's a warring sort of emotion.