ACTUALLY, HERE'S HOW I SEE THIS GOING. It's their day off, and Steve finally gets the car working, and, I mean, WHO ELSE WOULD HE CALL, RIGHT? He calls Danny. It's instinctive. And Danny grumbles about days off and sleeping in, but he's ready and waiting when Steve pulls up, hair maybe still a little damp from the shower, and Steve bitches about shirts and ties, and Danny kvetches about vintage cars with no A/C, AND IT'S WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND DANNY'S ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS, and if the boyish smile on Steve's face at getting his daddy's car working makes something clench inside him right around where his heart is beating too fast (BECAUSE NATURALLY STEVE STILL DRIVES LIKE A MANIAC, HIS FATHER'S CAR OR NO), well, he's not telling. and then the engine sputters and dies, and the bitching and the ranting, jfc, it would have been EPIC, only maybe Danny would hold it in a little, because that look on Steve's face, unhappiness and disappointment and like losing his dad all over again, is making something else clench now, and it's a little painful, a lot fond, and Danny has to grip the trunk with both hands to stop himself from pulling Steve closer and just holding on for a minute.
...Er. I've maybe thought about it a time or two.
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE WRITERS COME UP FOR WHO'S TAKEN THE MONEY. IT'S GOING TO BE EPIC, I'M SURE. *_____*
DANNY. HE'S GOING TO GET DOWN THAT CLIFF IF IT'S THE LAST THING HE DOES. BECAUSE HE'S NOT LEAVING STEVE THERE, NO MATTER WHAT. AND HE'S TERRIFIED AND FREAKED OUT AND PANICKY, AND THEN STEVE HAS TO TALK HIM DOWN AGAIN, ONLY SANS CAMOUFLAGE PAINT THIS TIME. I will never ever ever get tired of Steve talking Danny off the ledge. ♥
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ACTUALLY, HERE'S HOW I SEE THIS GOING. It's their day off, and Steve finally gets the car working, and, I mean, WHO ELSE WOULD HE CALL, RIGHT? He calls Danny. It's instinctive. And Danny grumbles about days off and sleeping in, but he's ready and waiting when Steve pulls up, hair maybe still a little damp from the shower, and Steve bitches about shirts and ties, and Danny kvetches about vintage cars with no A/C, AND IT'S WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND DANNY'S ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS, and if the boyish smile on Steve's face at getting his daddy's car working makes something clench inside him right around where his heart is beating too fast (BECAUSE NATURALLY STEVE STILL DRIVES LIKE A MANIAC, HIS FATHER'S CAR OR NO), well, he's not telling. and then the engine sputters and dies, and the bitching and the ranting, jfc, it would have been EPIC, only maybe Danny would hold it in a little, because that look on Steve's face, unhappiness and disappointment and like losing his dad all over again, is making something else clench now, and it's a little painful, a lot fond, and Danny has to grip the trunk with both hands to stop himself from pulling Steve closer and just holding on for a minute.
...Er. I've maybe thought about it a time or two.
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE WRITERS COME UP FOR WHO'S TAKEN THE MONEY. IT'S GOING TO BE EPIC, I'M SURE. *_____*
DANNY. HE'S GOING TO GET DOWN THAT CLIFF IF IT'S THE LAST THING HE DOES. BECAUSE HE'S NOT LEAVING STEVE THERE, NO MATTER WHAT. AND HE'S TERRIFIED AND FREAKED OUT AND PANICKY, AND THEN STEVE HAS TO TALK HIM DOWN AGAIN, ONLY SANS CAMOUFLAGE PAINT THIS TIME. I will never ever ever get tired of Steve talking Danny off the ledge. ♥