It does at least shut him up. For enough seconds Steve knows it hits. For enough seconds he actually considers a glance over and whether he should feel like a dick for chucking it at Danny instead of any other option on hand. But the other options aren't any better. In fact, they're worse. When Steve feels like he's holding a grande in his hand, like maybe he always has been, but until this second he let himself be distracted by everything else.
Not like this was that. Not like it's an option. Cath's term. Something all three of them were aware of.
For among other things, the exact reasons sitting on his other hand. All the walls, reasons that it shouldn't.
The fact he could deal with all the rest of them. Still half didn't mind his whole mentality being a fuck it, fuck 'em all sort of rote towards the papers, with a tense, sort of reluctant distance toward half his team, that got too complicated about complicitness and deception. Things he put aside for getting to dig his fingers into Danny's hair, or giving in to Danny showing up seconds after he was done with everything else.
Reveling in the fact Danny wanted to be here. With him. Not just when he had a second. Was free. But all the time. Maybe he doesn't want to know how much of that would go. Could. Will. Slipped through like the sands in the desert, tearing off skin, reckless and heedless and heartless, while you ignored it and pushed on through for the right reasons. Maybe he wants it to stay a few minutes longer. Even if he can't see anything but the grenade.
Selfish Bastard, point two. Steve reached up and rubbed at his jaw, before giving Danny a look over. Again.
"No, I'm saying it was a dinner. There were a lot of things said." Goes pretty flat. Generic, except for that too fine edge. Like all dinners there was a lot of talking. Except that it wasn't like all dinners. It was someone who knew. It was Cath who knew. Cath who he still wasn't sure he would have told if he had the option. He might have. But he might have not, just the same. Because maybe he hadn't wanted to hear someone else say them, someone else who wasn't also saying fuck those rules and holding on like everything in the world had gone to flame.
"You probably had a more interesting time with Grace." Steve said, flipping it back on him. But without stopping on that reference either. Wrangling even more toward something else. Because it has been a month, because she's probably old enough to know something is happening. "How's she?"
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Date: 2013-04-27 04:54 pm (UTC)Not like this was that. Not like it's an option. Cath's term. Something all three of them were aware of.
For among other things, the exact reasons sitting on his other hand. All the walls, reasons that it shouldn't.
The fact he could deal with all the rest of them. Still half didn't mind his whole mentality being a fuck it, fuck 'em all sort of rote towards the papers, with a tense, sort of reluctant distance toward half his team, that got too complicated about complicitness and deception. Things he put aside for getting to dig his fingers into Danny's hair, or giving in to Danny showing up seconds after he was done with everything else.
Reveling in the fact Danny wanted to be here. With him. Not just when he had a second. Was free. But all the time. Maybe he doesn't want to know how much of that would go. Could. Will. Slipped through like the sands in the desert, tearing off skin, reckless and heedless and heartless, while you ignored it and pushed on through for the right reasons. Maybe he wants it to stay a few minutes longer. Even if he can't see anything but the grenade.
Selfish Bastard, point two. Steve reached up and rubbed at his jaw, before giving Danny a look over. Again.
"No, I'm saying it was a dinner. There were a lot of things said." Goes pretty flat. Generic, except for that too fine edge. Like all dinners there was a lot of talking. Except that it wasn't like all dinners. It was someone who knew. It was Cath who knew. Cath who he still wasn't sure he would have told if he had the option. He might have. But he might have not, just the same. Because maybe he hadn't wanted to hear someone else say them, someone else who wasn't also saying fuck those rules and holding on like everything in the world had gone to flame.
"You probably had a more interesting time with Grace." Steve said, flipping it back on him. But without stopping on that reference either. Wrangling even more toward something else. Because it has been a month, because she's probably old enough to know something is happening. "How's she?"