"Yeah." Is easy. Maybe almost as easy the accompanying thought. That surprise was not nearly the strongest thing Danny was feeling.
Not in any of those faces, those desperate, terrified, semi-angry, semi-shattering, faces he was making on the lawn. With all those words, most of which blur further as time passes from that night. Only keeping him sure of the intent of them. The feeling behind them. The rutterlessness of Danny unable to leave, unable to come back, just wanting to have it broken on him fast and clean.
When Steve really only considers it a second, "More like sure it was the announcement that everything was over."
Cath sitting on the couch, spitting distance from him, laughing and talking, watching tv. Not close as could be, not as close as they might have been in other circumstances, but close enough to let the floor drop out from Danny's feet and all the color from his face. Close enough that, sure, Steve can admit he'd assume things of anyone else in that position, too.
But it was, you know, them. They had wobbly, grey lines and absolutely no claims on each other at the best of times, and the lines still blurred a bit round the edge of even sturdy high walls neither of them tried to breech once the other had put them up as solid barriers not to cross.
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Not in any of those faces, those desperate, terrified, semi-angry, semi-shattering, faces he was making on the lawn. With all those words, most of which blur further as time passes from that night. Only keeping him sure of the intent of them. The feeling behind them. The rutterlessness of Danny unable to leave, unable to come back, just wanting to have it broken on him fast and clean.
When Steve really only considers it a second, "More like sure it was the announcement that everything was over."
Cath sitting on the couch, spitting distance from him, laughing and talking, watching tv. Not close as could be, not as close as they might have been in other circumstances, but close enough to let the floor drop out from Danny's feet and all the color from his face. Close enough that, sure, Steve can admit he'd assume things of anyone else in that position, too.
But it was, you know, them. They had wobbly, grey lines and absolutely no claims on each other at the best of times, and the lines still blurred a bit round the edge of even sturdy high walls neither of them tried to breech once the other had put them up as solid barriers not to cross.