"Don't think I believe that for a minute," Steve said, shifting enough to jostle Danny just a bit in return, since he couldn't actually just nudge his shoulder like this. "I've seen the places you live." And what he calls 'living' in them, or the lack of. Which everyone saw more than they'd ever really expected while moving him in and out.
"If you don't think you have things in your wall, you're denser than I thought."
Maybe there's something to it, thought. Not the living in that apartment, or the one before, or the strange new nicer apartment or house he was searching for now. On the list of doing things to fit a list for Grace, that somehow didn't involve letting Steve shake him free. This. Not that. The whole Danny sitting so close he could smell his skin again, and the stuff he uses in his hair. The way his hair tickles against Steve's forearm in one spot, when Danny so much as shifts his head a little.
The way there's a glance toward where it's touching him, before he just flicks another set up and down and just clicks on the box for the last half of Kill Bill, Vol I., which at least ran across to the second part after it, in the next box on that line. He doesn't know how long they'll be here, and it's mindless enough he won't hate watching it and he might not even hate Danny deciding to talk right over the whole thing.
He tucked the remote on the other side of his thigh and scrubbed his face, relaxing a little, by increments, as he let a breath out and sunk into the the cushions more than for show, and with a little less 'at attention' awareness. Letting his head roll a little toward the direction of Danny, and the sound of Danny breathing, even as he flicked his focus toward the tv screen.
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"If you don't think you have things in your wall, you're denser than I thought."
Maybe there's something to it, thought. Not the living in that apartment, or the one before, or the strange new nicer apartment or house he was searching for now. On the list of doing things to fit a list for Grace, that somehow didn't involve letting Steve shake him free. This. Not that. The whole Danny sitting so close he could smell his skin again, and the stuff he uses in his hair. The way his hair tickles against Steve's forearm in one spot, when Danny so much as shifts his head a little.
The way there's a glance toward where it's touching him, before he just flicks another set up and down and just clicks on the box for the last half of Kill Bill, Vol I., which at least ran across to the second part after it, in the next box on that line. He doesn't know how long they'll be here, and it's mindless enough he won't hate watching it and he might not even hate Danny deciding to talk right over the whole thing.
He tucked the remote on the other side of his thigh and scrubbed his face, relaxing a little, by increments, as he let a breath out and sunk into the the cushions more than for show, and with a little less 'at attention' awareness. Letting his head roll a little toward the direction of Danny, and the sound of Danny breathing, even as he flicked his focus toward the tv screen.