Danny starts it, even if Steve refuses to let him control it, and he ends it. Pulling away.

Words spilling out of his mouth, again. The way Danny, always, is. Even if these one drop into Steve's chest and then his stomach like pieces of metal coated in inches of ice. Making it, almost, too easy not to consider doing anything else. Leaning in or pulling away. Not even sure how to take the words.

Not quite thrown at him. Not quite not sounding glib. When the set of words is like an angry hornet darting around inside his chest. Alive, and contained in itself, but slamming into his sides and his chest and the bottom of his throat. With no way out and no idea even what to do with it. Nothing like the four words from earlier that it felt like he could have picked up and held to himself.

These ones just keept bouncing inside his body. Like they might not stop echoing, even if he already wanted them to. Like he wasn't aware he should be saying something, but nothing was really coming up the pipe. Just the dull throb of what had been momentarily scalding anger however many steps ago. Edged cold and not wary, but uncertain of just what the point was if he'd wanted Danny to say something different.

But couldn't find it in himself to say anything back once Danny finally had.