Those last words. They aren't entirely off, and they aren't entirely wrong. Steve actually gets the whole appeal of something hardly there. His entire world had been made of drastic extreme's where the rest of the god given free world fit into that idea. Having charm because it lacked any common daily appearance in his life. Between boats and missions. But it's not helping Danny here and now.
Not even if he couldn't deny that seeing him ever so rarely in board shorts or jeans was a lot like that.
It doesn't actually change the fact Danny is inches from him and shifty. That it makes even words that aren't wrong, seem like they are screaming wrong. Like the last thing Danny wants to do is be agreeing or not agreeing or even speaking. Like standing here talking about this is somehow suddenly the last place Danny really wants to be. Like he's grasping at words, and that there so few of them there to even force out.
Every single bit of it suddenly only continuing to rub the wrong way against Steve's skin. Against how Danny is. How Danny was only a handful of seconds ago. Which makes absolutely no sense. Like Danny suddenly stepped off a dock in a frozen water and was treading it, trying to push it through, like his words were nothing, like this was nothing, like Steve wasn't going to notice. Didn't notice everything about Danny, whether it made sense or not.
Each passing second, ticking harder into his skin. Less words and less movements and even more strange. Even more bothersome when Danny is skirting the whole thing, digging into his skin. Driving him into breaking this sudden farse of a conversation, that somehow stopped being about pants like a minute ago, but he has not idea where it's gone while they're still talking about them.
"Hey." His head tipping, leaning in a little, like it's possible, to get closer, catch Danny's eyes in the low light, breaking it like a wall he doesn't give a damn about, because he doesn't, because he has to know, doesn't even get what the hell, or why Danny is barely rambling along side it, expecting him not to notice Danny trying to get outside his own skin, and instead tangling up every bit of Steve's ability to focus on anything. "What's your deal?"
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Date: 2013-02-27 05:06 pm (UTC)Not even if he couldn't deny that seeing him ever so rarely in board shorts or jeans was a lot like that.
It doesn't actually change the fact Danny is inches from him and shifty. That it makes even words that aren't wrong, seem like they are screaming wrong. Like the last thing Danny wants to do is be agreeing or not agreeing or even speaking. Like standing here talking about this is somehow suddenly the last place Danny really wants to be. Like he's grasping at words, and that there so few of them there to even force out.
Every single bit of it suddenly only continuing to rub the wrong way against Steve's skin. Against how Danny is. How Danny was only a handful of seconds ago. Which makes absolutely no sense. Like Danny suddenly stepped off a dock in a frozen water and was treading it, trying to push it through, like his words were nothing, like this was nothing, like Steve wasn't going to notice. Didn't notice everything about Danny, whether it made sense or not.
Each passing second, ticking harder into his skin. Less words and less movements and even more strange. Even more bothersome when Danny is skirting the whole thing, digging into his skin. Driving him into breaking this sudden farse of a conversation, that somehow stopped being about pants like a minute ago, but he has not idea where it's gone while they're still talking about them.
"Hey." His head tipping, leaning in a little, like it's possible, to get closer, catch Danny's eyes in the low light, breaking it like a wall he doesn't give a damn about, because he doesn't, because he has to know, doesn't even get what the hell, or why Danny is barely rambling along side it, expecting him not to notice Danny trying to get outside his own skin, and instead tangling up every bit of Steve's ability to focus on anything. "What's your deal?"