There is definitely going to be an impression left behind. The cushion he'd been lying on is starting to breathe itself back into shape with a faint wheeze, and his back is cold against air instead of leather.
And Steve is standing there, laughing at him. Smiling and smug, arrogantly amused, expectant. And, okay. Going upstairs with Steve really is, probably, the best possible outcome to all this, but Steve is looking smug and pleased with himself and that's almost enough to make Danny dig in his heels and keep arguing.
Instead, he pushes up off the couch, catching the jeans as they're flung at him, and ignores the fact that he's buck naked and so is Steve, in a way that feels weird now that they aren't pressed up close and tight, neat as a key in a lock. Like this could be normal, like he could have made that entire episode up in his head, if it weren't for the fact that Steve's walking around totally at ease in his bare skin and his clothes are piled everywhere, tossed and forgotten.
"Like I haven't spent enough time on your couch."
Like he would ever willingly sleep on a couch, as long as this keeps miraculously happening, as long as Steve wants him upstairs instead. Couches mean fights, couches mean platonic charity. He wouldn't stay down here even if Steve weren't talking to him, were angry instead of amused, cold instead of inviting. Okay? Couches are out.
Instead, he waggles the jeans, eyebrows pointed. "Or is this an invite to get myself dressed and out of here?"
Doubtful. Because Steve has just about said so, but two can play at this whole teasing game.
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Date: 2013-02-20 01:39 am (UTC)And Steve is standing there, laughing at him. Smiling and smug, arrogantly amused, expectant. And, okay. Going upstairs with Steve really is, probably, the best possible outcome to all this, but Steve is looking smug and pleased with himself and that's almost enough to make Danny dig in his heels and keep arguing.
Instead, he pushes up off the couch, catching the jeans as they're flung at him, and ignores the fact that he's buck naked and so is Steve, in a way that feels weird now that they aren't pressed up close and tight, neat as a key in a lock. Like this could be normal, like he could have made that entire episode up in his head, if it weren't for the fact that Steve's walking around totally at ease in his bare skin and his clothes are piled everywhere, tossed and forgotten.
"Like I haven't spent enough time on your couch."
Like he would ever willingly sleep on a couch, as long as this keeps miraculously happening, as long as Steve wants him upstairs instead. Couches mean fights, couches mean platonic charity. He wouldn't stay down here even if Steve weren't talking to him, were angry instead of amused, cold instead of inviting. Okay? Couches are out.
Instead, he waggles the jeans, eyebrows pointed. "Or is this an invite to get myself dressed and out of here?"
Doubtful. Because Steve has just about said so, but two can play at this whole teasing game.