There used to be a lot of this sort of staring with Rachel. When Danny would be pouring out words and apologies and explanations and arguments, and she would be standing there, the cold steady eye in the whirling hurricane that ripped their marriage apart. Arms crossed, staring him down. Ending it with a terse three or four word sentence, usually starting with bite me or kindly piss off, Daniel, before walking away. Which is how it always, invariably, ended. With Rachel walking away. No matter how he shouted or pleaded or argued.

So instincts are kicking in, when Steve is staring at him in a similar way, leading to that same sinking feeling that he just keeps catching his foot in unseen cracks and tripping over them. "No? That's not right, either?"

Kissing him doesn't seem to be right. Apologizing doesn't seem to be right. Finally thinking he had it, that turns out not to be right, either, and he kind of wishes Steve would just throw him into the door and be done with it. It's not like he seems to be happy Danny stayed, after all, even if he doesn't want him to go, and the derision of earlier rubs raw against everything opened up by the door swinging to show Catherine sitting there, not ten feet away.

"Okay, so, what, I am still giving you crap? Or am I not supposed to be trying to stop being wrong, here?"