"Fine. Reservoir Dogs." He waves his free hand, which knocks against Steve's knee as it makes a circuit. "I'll give you Reservoir Dogs. I had no idea you were such an aficionado, Roger Ebert. Are you going to tell me how Inglorious Basterds is a seminal film, now?"
Talking works, except he's not really sure of anything he's saying even as it drops out of his mouth, because Steve is looking at him, and not just looking. Watching. Studying. Like he's waiting to see if something else is going on behind Danny's bluster; gesturing at the TV, but not looking over at it.
And, actually, neither of them are, because whatever is going on onscreen is nowhere near as attention-grabbing as this thing crossing Steve's face, forehead crinkling in a way that shouldn't make Danny want to run a finger along those lines, erase them with the pad of his thumb. Watching him like he's waiting to see what Danny will do next, like he thinks the next thing out of his mouth might actually mean something other than that Danny can find something to bitch about in pretty much any situation.
Like maybe part of him still thinks Danny's going to make a break for it, even after everything he said, everything he argued against. It draws a mirroring frown between his one eyebrows, beer bottle balancing against his leg.
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Date: 2013-05-07 04:53 pm (UTC)Talking works, except he's not really sure of anything he's saying even as it drops out of his mouth, because Steve is looking at him, and not just looking. Watching. Studying. Like he's waiting to see if something else is going on behind Danny's bluster; gesturing at the TV, but not looking over at it.
And, actually, neither of them are, because whatever is going on onscreen is nowhere near as attention-grabbing as this thing crossing Steve's face, forehead crinkling in a way that shouldn't make Danny want to run a finger along those lines, erase them with the pad of his thumb. Watching him like he's waiting to see what Danny will do next, like he thinks the next thing out of his mouth might actually mean something other than that Danny can find something to bitch about in pretty much any situation.
Like maybe part of him still thinks Danny's going to make a break for it, even after everything he said, everything he argued against. It draws a mirroring frown between his one eyebrows, beer bottle balancing against his leg.
"What?"