The glance she gives him is sharp-edged, smile pressing faintly. And maybe it's unfair, being so frustrated with Steve and not with Danny, when they both know better, but she's lived on the other end of this, the other side of it, and she can sympathize with Danny, or anyone who throws it all in the ring and gives up sanity to be involved with Steve McGarrett.
Steve gets no such sympathy. Not yet. She's still too exasperated with him, too concerned, because it's one thing to mistakenly fall into bed with the wrong person, and they both have, and witnessed it happening, but this is something she's never seen from him before. She's never seen him look cut open and gutted like he did in the living room, never seen him so desperate to chase after someone who wasn't either a criminal or a hostage.
This is something new, and she's not sure how to take it, but it's got her on edge and his joke doesn't help, falling flat on her ears against her sense of worry and disapproval. "It's easier than you might think."
Chin just a tiny bit lifted, just a little cooler than her normal warm teasing. There's a slight noise from Danny that might be a snort or a muffled laugh, but he's watching his bottle when she looks over at him, and that makes her lips press thinner. "So, this is weird."
He looks up, blue eyes startled, but there's definite agreement in them, even before they glance almost to Steve and back again, sliding in sudden uncertainty. And she feels for him. She does. This sucks, all around, and it's definitely not what any of them were hoping for out of their weekend, but she can at least take the active role and bow out. Danny's here, and they clearly should talk, so she shrugs, eyebrows lifting, feeling awkward down to feet that feel too big and hands that are itching to grip something.
"Fortunately, I think it's about time I reported back to base." Pushing away from the sink, she lifts a hand to Danny, gives him a tight, faint smile. "See you around, Danny."
He nods, stumbles onto: "See you, Catherine." And manages even to make "glad you're back in town" sound pretty real, which is nice of him, and also probably completely untrue, before she's turning to Steve.
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Steve gets no such sympathy. Not yet. She's still too exasperated with him, too concerned, because it's one thing to mistakenly fall into bed with the wrong person, and they both have, and witnessed it happening, but this is something she's never seen from him before. She's never seen him look cut open and gutted like he did in the living room, never seen him so desperate to chase after someone who wasn't either a criminal or a hostage.
This is something new, and she's not sure how to take it, but it's got her on edge and his joke doesn't help, falling flat on her ears against her sense of worry and disapproval. "It's easier than you might think."
Chin just a tiny bit lifted, just a little cooler than her normal warm teasing. There's a slight noise from Danny that might be a snort or a muffled laugh, but he's watching his bottle when she looks over at him, and that makes her lips press thinner. "So, this is weird."
He looks up, blue eyes startled, but there's definite agreement in them, even before they glance almost to Steve and back again, sliding in sudden uncertainty. And she feels for him. She does. This sucks, all around, and it's definitely not what any of them were hoping for out of their weekend, but she can at least take the active role and bow out. Danny's here, and they clearly should talk, so she shrugs, eyebrows lifting, feeling awkward down to feet that feel too big and hands that are itching to grip something.
"Fortunately, I think it's about time I reported back to base." Pushing away from the sink, she lifts a hand to Danny, gives him a tight, faint smile. "See you around, Danny."
He nods, stumbles onto: "See you, Catherine." And manages even to make "glad you're back in town" sound pretty real, which is nice of him, and also probably completely untrue, before she's turning to Steve.
"Walk me out?"