"So now you're equating me to things living in the wall? Thanks, buddy."
Whatever. As long as Steve is fine with the way things are working out, here, he can say whatever stupid thing he wants. He's kind of shifting, slightly, but when Danny waits to see what he'll do, all that ends up happening is that Steve picks a movie and slouches down.
Which means Danny can relax, letting out a breath and sipping his beer, eyes on the screen even as every nerve in his body is hyper-aware of the loose pile of Steve next to him: what he's doing, whether this is weird, wondering if Steve really did get the point earlier, or if he decided to make a tactical retreat, only to bring it back up when Danny least expects it. "I guarantee, the next place will be pest-free."
It'll have to be. His rat-trap of an apartment is as damning a piece of evidence as any night spent with Steve; maybe worse. At least Steve's got a house that isn't infested with mold, or bugs, with a private beach and some nice land attached to it. He might be complicated, but no one could argue this isn't a nice piece of property.
But Grace doesn't stay here, Grace needs a better place than the shoebox he's currently got, because if he gets shared custody, she'll be there a lot more, will really be living there, and he cares too much about his baby girl to let her try to live in the same conditions he's gotten used to over the last couple of years.
Whatever; there are a couple places to look at this week, in all his massive amounts of free time, so why worry about it? At least that's something constructive he can do.
"You know, I think Tarantino's almost as obsessed with gratuitous violence as you are."
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Date: 2013-05-07 01:47 pm (UTC)Whatever. As long as Steve is fine with the way things are working out, here, he can say whatever stupid thing he wants. He's kind of shifting, slightly, but when Danny waits to see what he'll do, all that ends up happening is that Steve picks a movie and slouches down.
Which means Danny can relax, letting out a breath and sipping his beer, eyes on the screen even as every nerve in his body is hyper-aware of the loose pile of Steve next to him: what he's doing, whether this is weird, wondering if Steve really did get the point earlier, or if he decided to make a tactical retreat, only to bring it back up when Danny least expects it. "I guarantee, the next place will be pest-free."
It'll have to be. His rat-trap of an apartment is as damning a piece of evidence as any night spent with Steve; maybe worse. At least Steve's got a house that isn't infested with mold, or bugs, with a private beach and some nice land attached to it. He might be complicated, but no one could argue this isn't a nice piece of property.
But Grace doesn't stay here, Grace needs a better place than the shoebox he's currently got, because if he gets shared custody, she'll be there a lot more, will really be living there, and he cares too much about his baby girl to let her try to live in the same conditions he's gotten used to over the last couple of years.
Whatever; there are a couple places to look at this week, in all his massive amounts of free time, so why worry about it? At least that's something constructive he can do.
"You know, I think Tarantino's almost as obsessed with gratuitous violence as you are."