Danny is shifting around over there, not sounding the slightest bit calmed and relieved for any of the answers. If anything his tone is lignering on, poking at the whole reason Steve is sitting here thinking. When he's pretty sure Danny wouldn't actually enjoy knowing what that point of fact was.
"She said a lot of things," is blase and a little sharp, with a half roll of his eyes. "It wasn't all that important."
Not all of it, you know. Some of it was work related, and some of it was updates on both sides. Since she's here long enough to actually be getting them, and not for it to be six or eight months later. When you just wash the deck, of whatever the statuses and horrors last were, and start with how everything is all over, again. She actually is here. To ask about how Malia or Kono's recovery is.
To prod, carefully, into how he's doing, even though that remains to be the same answer, for the most part, so long as he's standing and breathing. Everything else is just a wash, a flash in the pan. Even Wo Fat and Doris, though he can not let go of them. So. Yeah. There was a lot. And some of it, Danny'd just nod through, not that Steve owns him a play by play.
The whole idea is spiky and somehow also frustratingly slashed with something like guilty ownership. Because it isn't the other thing. When he tilts in his chair, More his shoulders, and is looking up at the trees not far to the sides, considering the removal of a branch before he glances back at Danny,
"I mean, she even thought it was cute to take a page out of your book and refer to you as my boyfriend for the first part of dinner." There have an example, Danny. Of the things that hadn't actually carried much merit, but were still there. Overdone and overreaching, and somewhere still stuck in his skin. Maybe not even knowing how much until it was knocking boots against that other thing in his head.
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Date: 2013-04-24 10:07 pm (UTC)"She said a lot of things," is blase and a little sharp, with a half roll of his eyes. "It wasn't all that important."
Not all of it, you know. Some of it was work related, and some of it was updates on both sides. Since she's here long enough to actually be getting them, and not for it to be six or eight months later. When you just wash the deck, of whatever the statuses and horrors last were, and start with how everything is all over, again. She actually is here. To ask about how Malia or Kono's recovery is.
To prod, carefully, into how he's doing, even though that remains to be the same answer, for the most part, so long as he's standing and breathing. Everything else is just a wash, a flash in the pan. Even Wo Fat and Doris, though he can not let go of them. So. Yeah. There was a lot. And some of it, Danny'd just nod through, not that Steve owns him a play by play.
The whole idea is spiky and somehow also frustratingly slashed with something like guilty ownership. Because it isn't the other thing. When he tilts in his chair, More his shoulders, and is looking up at the trees not far to the sides, considering the removal of a branch before he glances back at Danny,
"I mean, she even thought it was cute to take a page out of your book and refer to you as my boyfriend for the first part of dinner." There have an example, Danny. Of the things that hadn't actually carried much merit, but were still there. Overdone and overreaching, and somewhere still stuck in his skin. Maybe not even knowing how much until it was knocking boots against that other thing in his head.