The insult to Hawaii does get a pointed look, but with the faintest shake of his head, like he really can't expect any better of Danny, and he can't, Danny's pretty much bound to dislike Hawaii, only taking the most minuscule of inching steps toward liking anything on it at Grace's behest or a lot of shoving. The thought doesn't stay long though, because watching Danny really is sort of like a spectator sport.

Especially once Danny looks entirely at a loss for how it just happened that he was agreeing with Steve, when he meant to point out he was not agreeing with Steve. Leaving him stumbling over his words. Trying to figure out what just happened, and how Steve wasn't wrong, even when Danny was certain he was at the beginning. It's actually kind of enthralling. Delightful. All these not him words. Bubbling up in his chest. Watching Danny's lips come together into a frown, brow wrinkling toward the center.

There with the urge to reach up a hand and brush his thumb at the skin there. Which doesn't happen, but it holds for a long second, considered, like something being turned over and over in his hand, while Danny is still tossing words together at the air, about having lost his train. Steve just plucks at like its own string. Instead of reaching up to smooth the skin. "You admitting you're just talking to hear your own voice now, too?"

"It must not have been very important, if you've already lost it," Steve goaded, unhelpfully, fixing him with a relaxed loose expression, mouth curved and shoulders back to more relaxed. Because he was, always, disagreeing. Maybe even on principle. They both did. All the time. Ever this was, right now. If just at a different tilt and spin. Turning Danny in circles, unmaking his own decision, ignoring the things that were problems.

For the one that should have been the biggest one, and wasn't. Was, more than not, the person who eased every other one.