"Grace doesn't care what I wear, as long as I'm not actively embarrassing her."
And she has a pretty high tolerance, honestly, given that he still gets to call her Monkey in public and she uses Danno at least as often as she does Daddy, even though she's old enough now to know the difference.
The point, though, is not the jeans and what Grace thinks of them. The point is that he didn't even change out of them, despite hating having put them on to begin with. What's comfortable in Jersey is too clingy and hot and heavy in Hawaii, and he's beginning to wish he hadn't brought any jeans at all.
The point is that he didn't stop to change. Or for anything else. The point is that he came right here, and never even thought for one second about not coming straight back. Of course Steve likes the jeans. Steve comments every time Danny does something differently, something that might insinuate his eventual, reluctant conversion to life on the island. Like that stupid smile when Steve was in prison, and still managed to be smugly delighted that Danny wasn't wearing a tie.
The point isn't Steve liking the jeans, he wasn't even thinking about that. It's that Danny hates them, but he wanted to be here more.
Here. When that word might not even mean the house. When it might mean here, Steve's arms circling him and his fingers searching out light paths across Steve's back, tracking into the dip at the small and climbing a careful path up. Here, with his mouth against Steve's skin, another light touch, breath gusting gently, finding the way the muscles contract and relax against his lips, feeling a flutter of pulse.
"You just like anything that can't be described as professional."
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And she has a pretty high tolerance, honestly, given that he still gets to call her Monkey in public and she uses Danno at least as often as she does Daddy, even though she's old enough now to know the difference.
The point, though, is not the jeans and what Grace thinks of them. The point is that he didn't even change out of them, despite hating having put them on to begin with. What's comfortable in Jersey is too clingy and hot and heavy in Hawaii, and he's beginning to wish he hadn't brought any jeans at all.
The point is that he didn't stop to change. Or for anything else. The point is that he came right here, and never even thought for one second about not coming straight back. Of course Steve likes the jeans. Steve comments every time Danny does something differently, something that might insinuate his eventual, reluctant conversion to life on the island. Like that stupid smile when Steve was in prison, and still managed to be smugly delighted that Danny wasn't wearing a tie.
The point isn't Steve liking the jeans, he wasn't even thinking about that. It's that Danny hates them, but he wanted to be here more.
Here. When that word might not even mean the house. When it might mean here, Steve's arms circling him and his fingers searching out light paths across Steve's back, tracking into the dip at the small and climbing a careful path up. Here, with his mouth against Steve's skin, another light touch, breath gusting gently, finding the way the muscles contract and relax against his lips, feeling a flutter of pulse.
"You just like anything that can't be described as professional."