He's moving, a lot, and talking, a lot, and mostly what Steven is hearing is prevaricating, and noise.

It's at least from the person he expects both things from. But the whole point is that it's words he should be paying attention, poked a hole toward Danny to get, and they aren't. He doesn't. Danny doesn't seem to.

Steve just let his brows raise, just enough. Not pointed, but a point. Taking his words very carefully, maybe like it was nothing more than ante, a card dropped on a table, trying to hold still, more held back than revealed, and far less than a damning confession that at least one person in the house, well, not in the house anymore, had at least caught on to.


"Even if I wanted you here." More than he cared. About the mess. About the running. About Cath knowing.