The look Danny turns on him is nearly pained. "It's fiction, Steve. Fiction. Besides, it's not like all his movies don't take place in some bizarre alternate universe, anyway. I saw that somewhere, once. I mean, you think this is in any way a realistic portrayal of the break-up of a group of assassins and the subsequent personal vendetta?"
Does that shit ever really happen outside the movies? He's seen both, sure, but not together.
And, really, who the hell uses a katana?
Steve seems to be finally starting to relax, slightly, and that's enough to make a few of the knots clumping up his vertebrae start to loosen, which is nice, because leaning against Steve is actually pretty comfy, when he lets himself get used to the idea. The further they drift from the conversation outside, the better; the last thing he wants to consider is whether or not he's going to have to keep an eye out for a resurgence in the future.
Nope. Better to gesture towards the screen, even if his eyes only glance off it before looking back at Steve, who might not be nearly as interesting to watch but is definitely higher on the list than scenes of unimaginable violence.
Besides, Danny still hasn't quite figured out what that look was, before. The one Steve wiped off without even a second's hesitation, replaced with derision and a scornful frown, complaining about a movie Danny's not even sure he fully remembers. Nazis? Right? And someone killed Hitler?
That's the gist, isn't it?
It doesn't matter. None of it does, except that Steve is talking about something other than shouldn't or going back down that rabbit hole.
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Date: 2013-05-07 11:06 pm (UTC)Does that shit ever really happen outside the movies? He's seen both, sure, but not together.
And, really, who the hell uses a katana?
Steve seems to be finally starting to relax, slightly, and that's enough to make a few of the knots clumping up his vertebrae start to loosen, which is nice, because leaning against Steve is actually pretty comfy, when he lets himself get used to the idea. The further they drift from the conversation outside, the better; the last thing he wants to consider is whether or not he's going to have to keep an eye out for a resurgence in the future.
Nope. Better to gesture towards the screen, even if his eyes only glance off it before looking back at Steve, who might not be nearly as interesting to watch but is definitely higher on the list than scenes of unimaginable violence.
Besides, Danny still hasn't quite figured out what that look was, before. The one Steve wiped off without even a second's hesitation, replaced with derision and a scornful frown, complaining about a movie Danny's not even sure he fully remembers. Nazis? Right? And someone killed Hitler?
That's the gist, isn't it?
It doesn't matter. None of it does, except that Steve is talking about something other than shouldn't or going back down that rabbit hole.