It's not like there's a manual or pattern for everything that's going on here. They just proved that outside. Very loudly, and very quietly. So maybe it's all that strange either that Steve looks sharply, and a little surprised, at his shoulder being conquered like a continent or a couch cushion that won't defend itself with five hundred spikes against even the air touching it. When Danny's not even settling for just flopping back half on him like it's an accident.
Danny's nudging his way into figure out how to make Steve's arm and shoulder comfortable, like he'll just stop being solid, somehow, which really wasn't all that comfortable for Steve. Nor was the wiggling, and pushing Danny's spine, ribs, shoulder against that part of his body. Which all just sort of cemented a spike of confusion at the whole fact, aside from certain points, they really didn't always, or even usually, end up tangled together in a way that didn't have to do with sex or waking up.
As awkward, unsettling and annoying as that could all shove up under his skin already, it felt like his chest was going to revolt if he shoved Danny right here, anymore than he could outside. He didn't want Danny on the other side of the couch either. So he settled for doing the only thing he could even think of, and just running straight to it, through it, focused and direct and confident in a way he did not feel but wasn't giving up. Making an annoyed noise while roughly jerking his arm up from under Danny, and shoving it out, across Danny's shoulder, to grab his far shoulder.
Manhandling Danny into his side, under his arm, instead of against it and over, with a peevishly annoyed tone. "Settle down already. If you burrow holes in my couch, you'll have to replace it."
Not that his hand actually lifts or loosens from Danny's far shoulder yet, or his arms stops sort of being a bar across the top of Danny's shoulders, behind his neck and head. If he's not even looking at Danny after his words. Already pulling up the guide, typing in the numbers for the movie channels and skimming the titles available. Not at all shifting his head, warily, with the barest peripheral glance every few seconds, watching out for where Danny's own head was ending up.
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Danny's nudging his way into figure out how to make Steve's arm and shoulder comfortable, like he'll just stop being solid, somehow, which really wasn't all that comfortable for Steve. Nor was the wiggling, and pushing Danny's spine, ribs, shoulder against that part of his body. Which all just sort of cemented a spike of confusion at the whole fact, aside from certain points, they really didn't always, or even usually, end up tangled together in a way that didn't have to do with sex or waking up.
As awkward, unsettling and annoying as that could all shove up under his skin already, it felt like his chest was going to revolt if he shoved Danny right here, anymore than he could outside. He didn't want Danny on the other side of the couch either. So he settled for doing the only thing he could even think of, and just running straight to it, through it, focused and direct and confident in a way he did not feel but wasn't giving up. Making an annoyed noise while roughly jerking his arm up from under Danny, and shoving it out, across Danny's shoulder, to grab his far shoulder.
Manhandling Danny into his side, under his arm, instead of against it and over, with a peevishly annoyed tone. "Settle down already. If you burrow holes in my couch, you'll have to replace it."
Not that his hand actually lifts or loosens from Danny's far shoulder yet, or his arms stops sort of being a bar across the top of Danny's shoulders, behind his neck and head. If he's not even looking at Danny after his words. Already pulling up the guide, typing in the numbers for the movie channels and skimming the titles available. Not at all shifting his head, warily, with the barest peripheral glance every few seconds, watching out for where Danny's own head was ending up.