It's not fair. It's not fair that Steve has so much more leverage, almost always, and that Steve is big enough to gain the advantage even if he doesn't, because there is no law of physics that says he should be able to pull up and drag Danny with him that easily. Right?
(He's not totally sure, high school physics is a long way away, these days.)
He comes loose with a sticky, ripping sound, snapping at his back, which feels raw and stinging with suddenly cool air. Legs forced to rearrange themselves, the back slipping to bend against the couch back to regain some kind of balance, the other sliding off Steve's, awkward and loose.
It lets his free hand come up to bat at Steve's shoulder, at least, castigating, temper flaring into annoyance. "What the hell is the matter with you? Do you have to take everything literally? Is this some kind of medical condition? Please tell me, because it would actually explain a lot about the way you function."
Steve is a freight train, taking the most direct immediate route to whatever he's trying to accomplish, and half the time Danny feels like someone screaming that the bridge ahead is out, with zero effect on Steve's direction or speed. Stubborn asshole.
And then sometimes he drags Danny with him, like now, looking just as pleased with himself as if he could want nothing else but to have Danny shouting at him, annoyed at being moved, manhandled like a toy or teddy bear.
"Just so you know, this does not actually negate the 'being a smartass' factor. Huh? Are you happy with yourself? Was there a part B to this plan, or have we reached a dead end?"
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It's not fair. It's not fair that Steve has so much more leverage, almost always, and that Steve is big enough to gain the advantage even if he doesn't, because there is no law of physics that says he should be able to pull up and drag Danny with him that easily. Right?
(He's not totally sure, high school physics is a long way away, these days.)
He comes loose with a sticky, ripping sound, snapping at his back, which feels raw and stinging with suddenly cool air. Legs forced to rearrange themselves, the back slipping to bend against the couch back to regain some kind of balance, the other sliding off Steve's, awkward and loose.
It lets his free hand come up to bat at Steve's shoulder, at least, castigating, temper flaring into annoyance. "What the hell is the matter with you? Do you have to take everything literally? Is this some kind of medical condition? Please tell me, because it would actually explain a lot about the way you function."
Steve is a freight train, taking the most direct immediate route to whatever he's trying to accomplish, and half the time Danny feels like someone screaming that the bridge ahead is out, with zero effect on Steve's direction or speed. Stubborn asshole.
And then sometimes he drags Danny with him, like now, looking just as pleased with himself as if he could want nothing else but to have Danny shouting at him, annoyed at being moved, manhandled like a toy or teddy bear.
"Just so you know, this does not actually negate the 'being a smartass' factor. Huh? Are you happy with yourself? Was there a part B to this plan, or have we reached a dead end?"