Gentle, ducking her head slightly to look up at him, frustration bleeding away into sympathy. He looks weary, disheartened, the anger and stubbornness wearing away to reveal this...what is it? Uncertainty? Steve McGarrett, uncertain.
It sends a little thrill of dread down her spine, tightens it like she's on inspection.
So this, the heaviness, the way he sounds like he's been punched, is that because of her, or because of Danny? Because if he's not happy, then why would he risk so much?
Her hand tightens, slightly. "I want to back you up on this. You know that, right? Whatever ends up happening. You looked..." She pauses, eyes drifting towards the window, a faint little smile pulling nostalgic at her mouth before she turns her attention back to him. "Pretty glad to see him, when he showed up. For a few seconds, I mean."
Glad. Like that was a word that could cover the way Steve turned on, like someone hit a switch.
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Date: 2013-03-28 12:30 am (UTC)Gentle, ducking her head slightly to look up at him, frustration bleeding away into sympathy. He looks weary, disheartened, the anger and stubbornness wearing away to reveal this...what is it? Uncertainty? Steve McGarrett, uncertain.
It sends a little thrill of dread down her spine, tightens it like she's on inspection.
So this, the heaviness, the way he sounds like he's been punched, is that because of her, or because of Danny? Because if he's not happy, then why would he risk so much?
Her hand tightens, slightly. "I want to back you up on this. You know that, right? Whatever ends up happening. You looked..." She pauses, eyes drifting towards the window, a faint little smile pulling nostalgic at her mouth before she turns her attention back to him. "Pretty glad to see him, when he showed up. For a few seconds, I mean."
Glad. Like that was a word that could cover the way Steve turned on, like someone hit a switch.