Oh, good. They've made it to threats now. That took, what? Thirty seconds? Steve is getting slower. Or maybe he's just softening around Danny.
Either way, he's glad to not have been thrown into a door or wall or actually hung off that balcony.
"Will you drop it, please?" His fingers lift, and then the rest of his hand does, off Steve's shoulder, to wave in the air nearby. "For one thing, that railing definitely would not hold me and I have no desire to break a leg falling into your backyard tonight."
No, thanks. Although in some ways, it might be preferable to staring down the barrel of Steve's disapproval. "Secondly, I do not actually have to explain every little blip to you, okay? And staring me down like you think I should sweat it out in the interrogation room for the next thirty-six hours is not, in fact, going to make me feel any more like sharing. Especially when the thing you're after is, as aforementioned, a blip. A kneejerk, meaningless, stupid reaction that has absolutely nothing to do with anything at all except that occasionally, and you should appreciate this, I drive myself crazy. And I should mention that it would probably be strange to not have a couple of fumbles on this particular weekend, alright. The level of stress from the last few days is enough to knock out an elephant. But I promise you, it really, truly, does not need to come to, what was that? Fear of death. Honestly."
It's all beside the point. He already knows it was ridiculous, a stupid thing to catch onto. He doesn't need Steve to tell him so.
"So are we going to bed or are you going to hang me off your balcony, because one of those options involves a whole lot more paperwork to fill out in the morning."
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Either way, he's glad to not have been thrown into a door or wall or actually hung off that balcony.
"Will you drop it, please?" His fingers lift, and then the rest of his hand does, off Steve's shoulder, to wave in the air nearby. "For one thing, that railing definitely would not hold me and I have no desire to break a leg falling into your backyard tonight."
No, thanks. Although in some ways, it might be preferable to staring down the barrel of Steve's disapproval. "Secondly, I do not actually have to explain every little blip to you, okay? And staring me down like you think I should sweat it out in the interrogation room for the next thirty-six hours is not, in fact, going to make me feel any more like sharing. Especially when the thing you're after is, as aforementioned, a blip. A kneejerk, meaningless, stupid reaction that has absolutely nothing to do with anything at all except that occasionally, and you should appreciate this, I drive myself crazy. And I should mention that it would probably be strange to not have a couple of fumbles on this particular weekend, alright. The level of stress from the last few days is enough to knock out an elephant. But I promise you, it really, truly, does not need to come to, what was that? Fear of death. Honestly."
It's all beside the point. He already knows it was ridiculous, a stupid thing to catch onto. He doesn't need Steve to tell him so.
"So are we going to bed or are you going to hang me off your balcony, because one of those options involves a whole lot more paperwork to fill out in the morning."