A little dry, but no amount of attitude thrown at those words can mitigate his relief even slightly, because Steve might still be pissed, and Danny's maybe not totally clear on the why and wherefores of it all, but his arm is circling Danny now, thumb running the pad against the soft cotton t-shirt, like he might not be totally done with him, but he's not going to let Danny move, either.
Which is just classic Steve. Because Steve might complain that Danny is taking ownership of all the right and wrong thoughts in this room, but Steve's the one who just pushes through and grabs on, regardless of what Danny might say or do or think, and he always has, from the day he banged on that flimsy apartment door and made Danny his partner.
Even now. Maybe especially now, when Steve is staring at him like there's some sort of absolution readable in Danny's face, and Danny's not sure what might be there aside from the faint flush of warmth that comes from proximity and the ridiculous intoxicating rush of kissing Steve. Particularly when he'd thought, for a long, vertigo-inducing drop of a moment, that he wasn't going to be able to, anymore, that over the weekend somehow this train had left without him.
"I'm pretty sure disciplinary action shouldn't take the form of being tossed into a solid structure, but who am I talking to, here?"
Steve, is who. Meaning Danny really actually wouldn't be totally surprised to end up with his face plastered to the door and his arm twisted up behind his back, because Steve is just the level of crazy to do that and think it's an appropriate response to Danny pissing him off.
But he hasn't. Yet. Is still standing there, in the way of the door and the outside and the walk where Danny lost all ability to breathe or thing straight, and his arm is still warm and solid and his hand is still resting on Danny's shirt, and those are all good signs, no matter how stormy his face might still be, and also Danny just wants to make sure he's still allowed to do it, okay, so he pulls at the back of Steve's neck to drag him back down. Clouds starting to settle, all that crap floating around in his head starting to clear away, vanishing at the touch of Steve's lips and the tiny hesitating puff of breath evaporating between them.
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Date: 2013-02-08 03:27 pm (UTC)A little dry, but no amount of attitude thrown at those words can mitigate his relief even slightly, because Steve might still be pissed, and Danny's maybe not totally clear on the why and wherefores of it all, but his arm is circling Danny now, thumb running the pad against the soft cotton t-shirt, like he might not be totally done with him, but he's not going to let Danny move, either.
Which is just classic Steve. Because Steve might complain that Danny is taking ownership of all the right and wrong thoughts in this room, but Steve's the one who just pushes through and grabs on, regardless of what Danny might say or do or think, and he always has, from the day he banged on that flimsy apartment door and made Danny his partner.
Even now. Maybe especially now, when Steve is staring at him like there's some sort of absolution readable in Danny's face, and Danny's not sure what might be there aside from the faint flush of warmth that comes from proximity and the ridiculous intoxicating rush of kissing Steve. Particularly when he'd thought, for a long, vertigo-inducing drop of a moment, that he wasn't going to be able to, anymore, that over the weekend somehow this train had left without him.
"I'm pretty sure disciplinary action shouldn't take the form of being tossed into a solid structure, but who am I talking to, here?"
Steve, is who. Meaning Danny really actually wouldn't be totally surprised to end up with his face plastered to the door and his arm twisted up behind his back, because Steve is just the level of crazy to do that and think it's an appropriate response to Danny pissing him off.
But he hasn't. Yet. Is still standing there, in the way of the door and the outside and the walk where Danny lost all ability to breathe or thing straight, and his arm is still warm and solid and his hand is still resting on Danny's shirt, and those are all good signs, no matter how stormy his face might still be, and also Danny just wants to make sure he's still allowed to do it, okay, so he pulls at the back of Steve's neck to drag him back down. Clouds starting to settle, all that crap floating around in his head starting to clear away, vanishing at the touch of Steve's lips and the tiny hesitating puff of breath evaporating between them.