"To bed," Steve said, clarifying, with a small bit of a shove toward it, some combination colliding between a roll of eyes and straight forward challenge. Like somehow he could have meant anything different, than rolling Danny into his bed. Like he was splitting the hair on Danny's point of being exactly where he'd been asked to get to, and not being only about five to ten feet from actually at the point.
Like in the hall, or on the stairs, or in the bedroom were not actually listed anywhere on that paper. The same with that whole fact, it wasn't at all like Danny could have ripped the small yellow piece of paper in two, pointed at him ranting up a storm about the rocks in his head, until he kissed him and forgot. As if he didn't note the triumph flare in Danny's eyes, even through the heavy helping of a frown he was using like a crutch over there.
"Which you still aren't in," got leveled with stepping in toward Danny, easily adjusting to the lesser light and gravitating into the flip and swing of words. Away from the prick of frozen nails still lingering in his skin after the recognition of everything around him, on every floor and wall, that was not Danny.
"And half of it is totally yours." Steve mouth twisted back toward flippant, dragging out a disgusted smirk as he was pushing Danny toward the bed, until the backs of his legs hit it. "Some of us wouldn't be caught in leather loafers for anything less than threats to national security."
His lips curls with a twitch, shaking his head, at an impossibly terribly quandary. "Maybe not even then. The country might have to take that one."
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Date: 2013-02-26 04:04 pm (UTC)Like in the hall, or on the stairs, or in the bedroom were not actually listed anywhere on that paper. The same with that whole fact, it wasn't at all like Danny could have ripped the small yellow piece of paper in two, pointed at him ranting up a storm about the rocks in his head, until he kissed him and forgot. As if he didn't note the triumph flare in Danny's eyes, even through the heavy helping of a frown he was using like a crutch over there.
"Which you still aren't in," got leveled with stepping in toward Danny, easily adjusting to the lesser light and gravitating into the flip and swing of words. Away from the prick of frozen nails still lingering in his skin after the recognition of everything around him, on every floor and wall, that was not Danny.
"And half of it is totally yours." Steve mouth twisted back toward flippant, dragging out a disgusted smirk as he was pushing Danny toward the bed, until the backs of his legs hit it. "Some of us wouldn't be caught in leather loafers for anything less than threats to national security."
His lips curls with a twitch, shaking his head, at an impossibly terribly quandary. "Maybe not even then. The country might have to take that one."