That's another snort, as he settles back, head tipping against the arm that's suddenly been introduced between him and the couch. Far less squishy than the leather, but firm and warm and it fits to support him just right, so he's not gonna bitch about it.
Not when Steve's dragging him in closer, and not pushing him away, even if Danny can feel him tensing before he decides to just roll with it. "Calm down. I'm not a rodent, I'm not burrowing anything in anywhere."
Nowhere except against Steve, and he's not even doing that now that Steve's gotten with the picture and moved the arm that was in the way. It's still not perfect, but it works fine, and is about a thousand times better than pretending he doesn't want to be touching him, pressed against him and sharing body heat along with the couch that they definitely don't really both fit on without this sort of arrangement.
They ended up on the couch the last time Steve talked to Catherine, too, but this isn't anything like that, feels almost awkward, as if there's been any time in the last two plus years that he's been uncomfortable touching Steve.
It's just reassurance. Keeping him under his hand, under his shoulder, against his back and side, watching idly as Steve flips through the available titles. Anything's fine, when he's sitting here sipping a beer and not thinking about the fact that fifteen minutes ago, this almost never happened, at all. Ever. That they would probably have gone back to opposite sides of the couch, if they even were alone together. That something this simple would have been just erased.
It's not like he didn't already know how easy this would be to lose, okay? He could have done without the reminder.
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Date: 2013-05-07 01:21 am (UTC)Not when Steve's dragging him in closer, and not pushing him away, even if Danny can feel him tensing before he decides to just roll with it. "Calm down. I'm not a rodent, I'm not burrowing anything in anywhere."
Nowhere except against Steve, and he's not even doing that now that Steve's gotten with the picture and moved the arm that was in the way. It's still not perfect, but it works fine, and is about a thousand times better than pretending he doesn't want to be touching him, pressed against him and sharing body heat along with the couch that they definitely don't really both fit on without this sort of arrangement.
They ended up on the couch the last time Steve talked to Catherine, too, but this isn't anything like that, feels almost awkward, as if there's been any time in the last two plus years that he's been uncomfortable touching Steve.
It's just reassurance. Keeping him under his hand, under his shoulder, against his back and side, watching idly as Steve flips through the available titles. Anything's fine, when he's sitting here sipping a beer and not thinking about the fact that fifteen minutes ago, this almost never happened, at all. Ever. That they would probably have gone back to opposite sides of the couch, if they even were alone together. That something this simple would have been just erased.
It's not like he didn't already know how easy this would be to lose, okay? He could have done without the reminder.