Steve's mouth is getting away from him before Danny stops sputtering his dislike of Steve's drastic alternate suggestion. Not that Steve has the faintest clue what they would do right at this second. Dinner and beers are gone, if the mess is on his counters in the kitchen, and the chairs on the end of the grass, left out from using them with Cath in the middle of the day after their hike, are all so far away.
Even if his brow knits together for a second, almost pulling back immediately, judging Danny's momentary winded state. Torn between settling down or whether he needs to move all together. Okay. This, this part isn't exactly copacetic with anything before it. He doesn't just topple down on people. Especially not women, rarely ever even pushed to snapping with Cath, but, more accurately, not anyone, and not ever, if he can help it. And he can. Because he's aware. He's never not aware.
Very tall, sprawling limbs in every direction, and built like a brick house. Which means heavy and solid as one when fallen.
This isn't a place he falls. Not usually. Even if it is a place Danny keeps him at, near, on him. Grabs at him when he tries to leave whether it's serious or joking. Like any time Steve is trying to get out of his way Danny has decided Steve's head has parted way from his body. Again. But then he makes a face like this. And Steve shoulders drag down, tight, brows furrowing inward, trying to decide if he needs to move, regardless of other words or actions or opinions.
Actively uncertain. Especially when Danny makes that face, but goes right on, holding him there, and smacking him about the head with other words not even a second later. When Steve takes from that the only thing really managing to catch, aside from a whirlwind of words, and Danny's voice, which he never ever seems to get all that tired of. Even when he's frustrated as hell or annoyed and seeing red at Danny.
"You're not done appreciating everything yet?" Steve's teeth bit in against his own bottom lip for a moment, letting his teeth drag back across, eyebrows raising pointedly laughing fond and so falsely wary, like that was maybe the most ludicrous, important thing that just fell out of Danny's mouth.
Like driving Steve to distraction and desperation and a want so bad it still felt like it lingered somewhere in the throbbing, snapped hard as thick ice or solid bone, but only after trying to take every ounce of sanity and air with it. And Danny was implying he wasn't anywhere near done yet, and making a storm's worth of noise about it even being implied at being taken away from him?
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Even if his brow knits together for a second, almost pulling back immediately, judging Danny's momentary winded state. Torn between settling down or whether he needs to move all together. Okay. This, this part isn't exactly copacetic with anything before it. He doesn't just topple down on people. Especially not women, rarely ever even pushed to snapping with Cath, but, more accurately, not anyone, and not ever, if he can help it. And he can. Because he's aware. He's never not aware.
Very tall, sprawling limbs in every direction, and built like a brick house. Which means heavy and solid as one when fallen.
This isn't a place he falls. Not usually. Even if it is a place Danny keeps him at, near, on him. Grabs at him when he tries to leave whether it's serious or joking. Like any time Steve is trying to get out of his way Danny has decided Steve's head has parted way from his body. Again. But then he makes a face like this. And Steve shoulders drag down, tight, brows furrowing inward, trying to decide if he needs to move, regardless of other words or actions or opinions.
Actively uncertain. Especially when Danny makes that face, but goes right on, holding him there, and smacking him about the head with other words not even a second later. When Steve takes from that the only thing really managing to catch, aside from a whirlwind of words, and Danny's voice, which he never ever seems to get all that tired of. Even when he's frustrated as hell or annoyed and seeing red at Danny.
"You're not done appreciating everything yet?" Steve's teeth bit in against his own bottom lip for a moment, letting his teeth drag back across, eyebrows raising pointedly laughing fond and so falsely wary, like that was maybe the most ludicrous, important thing that just fell out of Danny's mouth.
Like driving Steve to distraction and desperation and a want so bad it still felt like it lingered somewhere in the throbbing, snapped hard as thick ice or solid bone, but only after trying to take every ounce of sanity and air with it. And Danny was implying he wasn't anywhere near done yet, and making a storm's worth of noise about it even being implied at being taken away from him?