"Oh, I'm good," Steve strives at smart mouthed, words pressing down in the air, even when they are flash-bright bragging straight though the first appearance of a yawn, when he's releasing the hold of his muscles. Not enough to move himself just then. Not enough to let Danny escape. But enough to sort create a cage Danny can wiggle around in.
Being obnoxious, even as he's watching Danny settle down. "I've got references."
Like they matter. Like anything, anyone, outside of watching Danny settle down did. Even existed.
Shifting his own shoulders, Steve slid himself down a little. To where his head won't only hit the head board and the top half of the pillow now, since Danny is finding the pillow, which makes Danny's head and his hair less apt to be the structure supporting right where Steve's head had been resting. Puts him in a closer vantage point. Gives him the ability to see Danny's face, again.
Danny's face which, at the very least, has gone back to looking something more normal. Which makes another set of knots in his shoulders undo. Like somehow the sight of it is a surprise, a relief, even when Danny's voice has been fine for the better part of a minute or two. When Steve finds other words lodging like rocks in his throat. Comfort, with words he doesn't own, has never needed to hear or say. That stay there.
Lodged in his throat, behind that boasting twist of his mouth, and that hand, flat and unwavering, on Danny's back.
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Date: 2013-06-07 03:04 pm (UTC)Being obnoxious, even as he's watching Danny settle down. "I've got references."
Like they matter. Like anything, anyone, outside of watching Danny settle down did. Even existed.
Shifting his own shoulders, Steve slid himself down a little. To where his head won't only hit the head board and the top half of the pillow now, since Danny is finding the pillow, which makes Danny's head and his hair less apt to be the structure supporting right where Steve's head had been resting. Puts him in a closer vantage point. Gives him the ability to see Danny's face, again.
Danny's face which, at the very least, has gone back to looking something more normal. Which makes another set of knots in his shoulders undo. Like somehow the sight of it is a surprise, a relief, even when Danny's voice has been fine for the better part of a minute or two. When Steve finds other words lodging like rocks in his throat. Comfort, with words he doesn't own, has never needed to hear or say. That stay there.
Lodged in his throat, behind that boasting twist of his mouth, and that hand, flat and unwavering, on Danny's back.