What kind of idiots has Steve been involved with in the past? How stupid where they, that they ever thought there was enough time for appreciation? Seriously, he'd like to know. He would have thought Catherine was smarter than that, that she would at least have the perception to linger as long as she could and savor this. Girls from bars and sidewalks and beaches look at Steve like they'd take all night drinking that glass of water, and he hates it, but at least that's the right idea.
Done. Like hell he's done. None of this was ever supposed to be available to begin with. It was just going to burn, forever, or until he got a grip on himself, in the back of his head. Eating away through level and level of his sanity, like a coal sinking through layers of ice. It was never supposed to be handed to him, was never supposed to be mentioned or thought of. And then. It was supposed to be gone. Right? When Cath was here, and that meant this was over, because Steve may be a dunce when it comes to choices made for his own personal good but even Steve can see that Cath is a better, far more attractive option than Danny, right? Being with Cath makes sense. It's simple. Uncomplicated. Sure, there's the issue of her being out to sea fifty weeks out of the year, but Steve's never seemed to mind that before.
Not like Danny, who is here all the time. Has been since this partnership started. The only way he might see Steve less is if Steve decided to mandate hours spent apart so as not to give the nice HR rep who signs off on their paychecks the kind of heart attack that only blowing the concept of the forty hour workweek out of the water and fraternizing outside work hours can bring.
And yet, Steve still did. Let Cath walk out the door, and kept Danny from doing the same. Went after him. Not her.
Told her. Even before Danny came and shattered any last illusions of secrecy.
In what world is he supposed to have had enough of appreciating this?
"See, you seem to have a basic misunderstanding of the word 'appreciate'," he points out, lazy, hand settling on Steve's forearm. Just light. Palm, gently curved fingers. Not actually keeping that arm there, but it would be one more thing to move, if Steve tried, the way he looks like he's considering. Like Danny isn't built to be able to withstand some pressure, some weight. Like he's not just as solid as this couch, in all the ways that matter at the moment. He's not going to break, and Steve's not going anywhere. Not with that look. "The whole point is to take your time, and savor. Isn't that what you're always saying this whole island lifestyle is about?"
Fingers waving, lifting off Steve's skin, to find a point, bat it away again. "Or have you been lecturing me this whole time for nothing?"
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Date: 2013-02-18 07:06 pm (UTC)Done. Like hell he's done. None of this was ever supposed to be available to begin with. It was just going to burn, forever, or until he got a grip on himself, in the back of his head. Eating away through level and level of his sanity, like a coal sinking through layers of ice. It was never supposed to be handed to him, was never supposed to be mentioned or thought of. And then. It was supposed to be gone. Right? When Cath was here, and that meant this was over, because Steve may be a dunce when it comes to choices made for his own personal good but even Steve can see that Cath is a better, far more attractive option than Danny, right? Being with Cath makes sense. It's simple. Uncomplicated. Sure, there's the issue of her being out to sea fifty weeks out of the year, but Steve's never seemed to mind that before.
Not like Danny, who is here all the time. Has been since this partnership started. The only way he might see Steve less is if Steve decided to mandate hours spent apart so as not to give the nice HR rep who signs off on their paychecks the kind of heart attack that only blowing the concept of the forty hour workweek out of the water and fraternizing outside work hours can bring.
And yet, Steve still did. Let Cath walk out the door, and kept Danny from doing the same. Went after him. Not her.
Told her. Even before Danny came and shattered any last illusions of secrecy.
In what world is he supposed to have had enough of appreciating this?
"See, you seem to have a basic misunderstanding of the word 'appreciate'," he points out, lazy, hand settling on Steve's forearm. Just light. Palm, gently curved fingers. Not actually keeping that arm there, but it would be one more thing to move, if Steve tried, the way he looks like he's considering. Like Danny isn't built to be able to withstand some pressure, some weight. Like he's not just as solid as this couch, in all the ways that matter at the moment. He's not going to break, and Steve's not going anywhere. Not with that look. "The whole point is to take your time, and savor. Isn't that what you're always saying this whole island lifestyle is about?"
Fingers waving, lifting off Steve's skin, to find a point, bat it away again. "Or have you been lecturing me this whole time for nothing?"