Danny seems to have knocked some sort of hole in the pipe Steve's keeping all his words and thoughts in, because they come streaming out now like a blast of steam and boiling water. Words darting with sharp tips right at Danny's head, impatient and insulted and angry, even. Steamrolling over his lifted hand when he says, "okay, well, to clarify --" and Steve just keeps going.
And Steve doesn't talk like Danny does. Doesn't use a thousand words when one or two might suffice, but when he does decide to let loose, he does so like going at a heavy bag, punches flying, compact and direct. Which means Danny doesn't get to clarify anything, as Steve's fingers tighten painfully and his tone gets harder, darker, like the very idea is so beneath him that he can't even believe Danny suggested it or thought it could possibly happen. Worse than insulting, and maybe it is, okay. It definitely is, but--
But the tension from the last few minutes, ten, twenty, thirty, is buzzing in his skin like a swarm of bees and he can't just stand here anymore, alright, he has to move, has to pace, but Steve is holding him here so Danny has to pull away from that hand in order to get a little space and stop feeling like walls are closing in on him like that scene in Star Wars, or like something slimy is trying to grab his ankle, like in that same scene. Hands out in front of him, bending to put his beer down on the table by the door, so they're both free. Taking quick steps, here and back, turning away, and back towards Steve. Reaching forward, dropping his hands back, like he's collecting points like pennies and dropping them in a jar.
"Okay, yes. I did say that. I did. To which you replied with a joke about wedding bands and that topic sort of got dropped, so forgive me for not really being a hundred percent sure we were actually on the same page with that, you know, your mockery of my concern was a really good smokescreen, if that was your intention, alright." One hand having dropped to his hip, the other moving in a swift almost blocking motion in front of his chest. Mr. Miyagi's got nothing on him, screw wax-on wax-off, go for broke, that's Danny's motto.
"Secondly, yes, okay, it was a stupid thing to think, but insulting your character wasn't really the first thing on my mind when I opened the door and realized Catherine was already here, okay? My mind did not make the leap to 'oh, well, Steve must have slept with Catherine, what a dirtbag,' alright, but you have known her for so long and this?"
Finger pointing at Steve's chest, at his own, eyebrows lifting high, before that hand lifts again, fingers spread wide, like Steve might start charging and need to be stopped. "This is not even the blink of an eye compared to that time. Are you kidding me? There is always you and her when she's around. So I wasn't thinking, Jesus, that bastard, Steve. I was thinking, who the hell am I to get in the middle of that? I know there are other people in between, when the Enterprise is off in the middle of the ocean, doing whatever it is they do out there, alright, but she always turns up and now she's turned up again, so, I don't know. She is the Navy and gorgeous and smart and you've known her for a thousand years and I am the asshole who yells at you for inappropriately using incendiaries at work, so you do the math."
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Date: 2013-02-08 10:15 pm (UTC)And Steve doesn't talk like Danny does. Doesn't use a thousand words when one or two might suffice, but when he does decide to let loose, he does so like going at a heavy bag, punches flying, compact and direct. Which means Danny doesn't get to clarify anything, as Steve's fingers tighten painfully and his tone gets harder, darker, like the very idea is so beneath him that he can't even believe Danny suggested it or thought it could possibly happen. Worse than insulting, and maybe it is, okay. It definitely is, but--
But the tension from the last few minutes, ten, twenty, thirty, is buzzing in his skin like a swarm of bees and he can't just stand here anymore, alright, he has to move, has to pace, but Steve is holding him here so Danny has to pull away from that hand in order to get a little space and stop feeling like walls are closing in on him like that scene in Star Wars, or like something slimy is trying to grab his ankle, like in that same scene. Hands out in front of him, bending to put his beer down on the table by the door, so they're both free. Taking quick steps, here and back, turning away, and back towards Steve. Reaching forward, dropping his hands back, like he's collecting points like pennies and dropping them in a jar.
"Okay, yes. I did say that. I did. To which you replied with a joke about wedding bands and that topic sort of got dropped, so forgive me for not really being a hundred percent sure we were actually on the same page with that, you know, your mockery of my concern was a really good smokescreen, if that was your intention, alright." One hand having dropped to his hip, the other moving in a swift almost blocking motion in front of his chest. Mr. Miyagi's got nothing on him, screw wax-on wax-off, go for broke, that's Danny's motto.
"Secondly, yes, okay, it was a stupid thing to think, but insulting your character wasn't really the first thing on my mind when I opened the door and realized Catherine was already here, okay? My mind did not make the leap to 'oh, well, Steve must have slept with Catherine, what a dirtbag,' alright, but you have known her for so long and this?"
Finger pointing at Steve's chest, at his own, eyebrows lifting high, before that hand lifts again, fingers spread wide, like Steve might start charging and need to be stopped. "This is not even the blink of an eye compared to that time. Are you kidding me? There is always you and her when she's around. So I wasn't thinking, Jesus, that bastard, Steve. I was thinking, who the hell am I to get in the middle of that? I know there are other people in between, when the Enterprise is off in the middle of the ocean, doing whatever it is they do out there, alright, but she always turns up and now she's turned up again, so, I don't know. She is the Navy and gorgeous and smart and you've known her for a thousand years and I am the asshole who yells at you for inappropriately using incendiaries at work, so you do the math."