It's hard not to see it. That weekend, that feels ages more than half a month away, because the week before it was so jammed. Because of everything. Doris. Wo Fat. Danny. Malia. Kono. Delano. Fryer. Joe. Everything all at once. But it doesn't make her wrong either. It's just. He knows he wasn't easy that weekend, but he can remember that moment so clearly, too.
How everything in the world focused a little sharper, a little clearer. Unprepared, but wholly at attention suddenly. Making it impossible that his mouth doesn't shift in smit of him. Tucking, awkwardly toward a corner. Like he can't disagree. Like his body won't let him.
"I-" Steve wanted to push the word was, but it wasn't going, wasn't coming out admitted, wasn't tearing free like a sheet of paper from somewhere. Words he doesn't say, to anyone but Danny, and not even that clearly to Danny. "I hadn't, actually, expected to see him, again, until the next day, at work."
Danny appearing half a day earlier than expected. In those jeans he hasn't seen since. Danny freaking out on the front yard, and then freaking out, again, once Cath was gone, and, again, when Steve said they should keep the jeans.
How when he tore it apart it looked like it should be problematic, but he knows it still ended with Danny in his arms, or him against Danny's shoulder. Both of them sleeping in his bed. When he hadn't been expecting any of that during the weekend, good or bad. Nothing except having to keep Cath from knowing until he actually knew what there was to say.
Not that he wasn't still sure any of his answers were right, or that there was anything else to say than them.
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Date: 2013-03-28 12:48 am (UTC)How everything in the world focused a little sharper, a little clearer. Unprepared, but wholly at attention suddenly. Making it impossible that his mouth doesn't shift in smit of him. Tucking, awkwardly toward a corner. Like he can't disagree. Like his body won't let him.
"I-" Steve wanted to push the word was, but it wasn't going, wasn't coming out admitted, wasn't tearing free like a sheet of paper from somewhere. Words he doesn't say, to anyone but Danny, and not even that clearly to Danny. "I hadn't, actually, expected to see him, again, until the next day, at work."
Danny appearing half a day earlier than expected. In those jeans he hasn't seen since. Danny freaking out on the front yard, and then freaking out, again, once Cath was gone, and, again, when Steve said they should keep the jeans.
How when he tore it apart it looked like it should be problematic, but he knows it still ended with Danny in his arms, or him against Danny's shoulder. Both of them sleeping in his bed. When he hadn't been expecting any of that during the weekend, good or bad. Nothing except having to keep Cath from knowing until he actually knew what there was to say.
Not that he wasn't still sure any of his answers were right, or that there was anything else to say than them.