Steve screwed up his face, hard, almost instantly, at last a click or two above the necessity of the offense from Danny's first statement. His belligerent, assuming, misunderstanding of Steve's track record there standing out like a spotlight against the night. That even if that hadn't been his point, Danny missed that some days it was the only thing keeping him in check.
From a reign of rage so thick there were mornings he didn't know how he was going to get behind or beyond the red to get his work done. To even get to work. To even stay on this island. To not go after the twin forces dominating his head when it wouldn't clear: Doris and Wo Fat. To clear the books and set things straight, the way they still weren't. Hadn't been. He failed down.
The way acknowledging it as such was tightening up every muscle in his body. Making him settle back in his seat, tenser, staring out at the ocean harder this time. Like his vision could drill holes in it. Like the holes this whole thought process, the whole weight of the house behind suddenly dug into his bones. The things he owed, the way he'd so far only gotten this close to solving before it slipped out of his hands, again.
The way his jaw aches and he needs to unclench. Lifting his bottle of beer and taking a long drink. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe there'd be more than this one needed, even after earlier. Especially if Danny kept on like that. Prodding fingers, and those words that were still going on, that he finally lets out with some annoyance, when his lips released the top of the glass.
"That is what people do around here." Everyone, tourists and residents, who was not Danny. Steve would be hard pressed to say if he stayed here another hour, two, three that he wouldn't be calmer, even from the endless loops of thoughts. That he didn't come back in the morning's again razor edges of sharply manageable instead of about to explode. Even he couldn't fight the pull of the ocean.
The only person who did that was Danny. Danny who he continue to toss words out at like pennies, without looking away from the water now. "I haven't been here that long." Long enough to be cool and calm and mellow. An extension of the rolling waves. "I only got in from dinner with Cath a little before your call."
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Date: 2013-04-24 02:18 pm (UTC)From a reign of rage so thick there were mornings he didn't know how he was going to get behind or beyond the red to get his work done. To even get to work. To even stay on this island. To not go after the twin forces dominating his head when it wouldn't clear: Doris and Wo Fat. To clear the books and set things straight, the way they still weren't. Hadn't been. He failed down.
The way acknowledging it as such was tightening up every muscle in his body. Making him settle back in his seat, tenser, staring out at the ocean harder this time. Like his vision could drill holes in it. Like the holes this whole thought process, the whole weight of the house behind suddenly dug into his bones. The things he owed, the way he'd so far only gotten this close to solving before it slipped out of his hands, again.
The way his jaw aches and he needs to unclench. Lifting his bottle of beer and taking a long drink. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe there'd be more than this one needed, even after earlier. Especially if Danny kept on like that. Prodding fingers, and those words that were still going on, that he finally lets out with some annoyance, when his lips released the top of the glass.
"That is what people do around here." Everyone, tourists and residents, who was not Danny. Steve would be hard pressed to say if he stayed here another hour, two, three that he wouldn't be calmer, even from the endless loops of thoughts. That he didn't come back in the morning's again razor edges of sharply manageable instead of about to explode. Even he couldn't fight the pull of the ocean.
The only person who did that was Danny. Danny who he continue to toss words out at like pennies, without looking away from the water now. "I haven't been here that long." Long enough to be cool and calm and mellow. An extension of the rolling waves. "I only got in from dinner with Cath a little before your call."