Because it's not. And he'd rather it not pretend to be, because that way madness lies, that way is the direction of the beginnings of resentment and aggravation that flares into anger. Fine is not the way Steve is looking at him right now, when his hand lifts and Danny's drops from his neck to land, light, at his hip. "You actually considering breaking your door with my head doesn't seem fine, and what's sick is that you not breaking your door with my head actually seems like it might be worse, because at least then we could agree that I've been a moron and move on, but this--"
That hand lifts back up, moves back and forth in the air between their chests, what little there is, knuckles brushing against Steve's shirt before fingertips brushing Danny's.
"This seems solidly stuck in the not fine arena. Look, who says I have a right to blow my top over anything you do or don't do? Not that I'm saying you did--" with a faint warning look, because Steve already seemed about two seconds away from shoving Danny's head into a wall to make that point, "--okay, I believe you, but if you did, it's not like I have a leg to stand on, here, so I would appreciate it if maybe you'd, I don't know. You know what? Do whatever you want. Toss me through the door. But I'm not sure frowning and telling me I'm full of crap is really clearing matters up, and I'd sort of like to take my foot out of my mouth sometime soon, but, you know me, that's not looking all that likely."
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Date: 2013-02-08 08:35 pm (UTC)Because it's not. And he'd rather it not pretend to be, because that way madness lies, that way is the direction of the beginnings of resentment and aggravation that flares into anger. Fine is not the way Steve is looking at him right now, when his hand lifts and Danny's drops from his neck to land, light, at his hip. "You actually considering breaking your door with my head doesn't seem fine, and what's sick is that you not breaking your door with my head actually seems like it might be worse, because at least then we could agree that I've been a moron and move on, but this--"
That hand lifts back up, moves back and forth in the air between their chests, what little there is, knuckles brushing against Steve's shirt before fingertips brushing Danny's.
"This seems solidly stuck in the not fine arena. Look, who says I have a right to blow my top over anything you do or don't do? Not that I'm saying you did--" with a faint warning look, because Steve already seemed about two seconds away from shoving Danny's head into a wall to make that point, "--okay, I believe you, but if you did, it's not like I have a leg to stand on, here, so I would appreciate it if maybe you'd, I don't know. You know what? Do whatever you want. Toss me through the door. But I'm not sure frowning and telling me I'm full of crap is really clearing matters up, and I'd sort of like to take my foot out of my mouth sometime soon, but, you know me, that's not looking all that likely."