There's no getting around it: he acted like an asshole and he deserves, at the very least, for Steve to yell at him about it. For giving up whatever details Steve implied Cath got in the last fifteen minutes or however long it's been, off of Danny's face and Steve's reaction. He wouldn't be surprised if Steve shoved him out of the house and told him to cool off until he can deal with this without freaking out and shattering at the thought that somehow, in two days, Steve slipped right through his fingers.
Except he didn't. Right? He's still here, got actively angry at the idea that Danny thought he'd done anything. Whatever might screw with this thing that isn't a joke to him. Danny's still not sure that actually lays down any ground rules, but Steve was adamant about it and more than a little insulted, so he does, actually believe him. That he told Catherine he couldn't.
It just keeps reading as an error message. That isn't what other people say, regarding him. That is what people tell him. Like Rachel, on the few occasions she replied to any of those desperate messages. Telling him she couldn't, had to make it work with Stan.
So the thought that Steve would say that, do it, pick him over Catherine, just doesn't read right. It's like a skipping record, continually jumping over that spot with every spin inside his skull. Even now, when Cath is gone, and that just makes him feel guiltier. Making a hand lift to scratch at the corner of his eyebrow, rub a fingertip into his temple and find something to say, some response to Steve's one-word greeting and the way he's standing at the door, looking wired and tense and just as tired as he did yesterday morning, when he already had more to deal with than anyone should have, without adding Danny's bullshit to the mix.
That hand dropping, to wave a little haphazardly. "Sorry Catherine, uh, beat it. And, you know, for swarming your kitchen with awkwardness. I promise that was not my intention when I drove over here."
He is, too. Legitimately sorry. If anyone had to leave in a haze of awkwardness, it really should have been him. No matter how much, just walking into this room and seeing Steve, he wants to stay. Facing the music or not.
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Except he didn't. Right? He's still here, got actively angry at the idea that Danny thought he'd done anything. Whatever might screw with this thing that isn't a joke to him. Danny's still not sure that actually lays down any ground rules, but Steve was adamant about it and more than a little insulted, so he does, actually believe him. That he told Catherine he couldn't.
It just keeps reading as an error message. That isn't what other people say, regarding him. That is what people tell him. Like Rachel, on the few occasions she replied to any of those desperate messages. Telling him she couldn't, had to make it work with Stan.
So the thought that Steve would say that, do it, pick him over Catherine, just doesn't read right. It's like a skipping record, continually jumping over that spot with every spin inside his skull. Even now, when Cath is gone, and that just makes him feel guiltier. Making a hand lift to scratch at the corner of his eyebrow, rub a fingertip into his temple and find something to say, some response to Steve's one-word greeting and the way he's standing at the door, looking wired and tense and just as tired as he did yesterday morning, when he already had more to deal with than anyone should have, without adding Danny's bullshit to the mix.
That hand dropping, to wave a little haphazardly. "Sorry Catherine, uh, beat it. And, you know, for swarming your kitchen with awkwardness. I promise that was not my intention when I drove over here."
He is, too. Legitimately sorry. If anyone had to leave in a haze of awkwardness, it really should have been him. No matter how much, just walking into this room and seeing Steve, he wants to stay. Facing the music or not.