thebesteverseen:
Steve rolled his eyes, eloquent in its simplicity, even if Danny misses it and the edgy glower that has nothing to land on in this darkness. No face to throw it at him, just a voice through a phone, starting with a laugh once it’s figured out and, yeah, he’s every bit the damned idiot Danny calls him more often than not.
“Good. Great.” It’s two steps beyond the question. He doesn’t need to answer the question. It’s obvious now. Danny’s a good detective. “So now you know, and now we can both forget I called and go back to sleep.” And he’ll chunk the phone on the dresser so he can’t do this, again, whether he sleeps or not.
“Tell Grace and Charlie I said hey.”
“No, I do not know.”
He can practically hear the face Steve is making at him through the phone and across the miles: Danny isn’t the only one with a tone. “What was it? Come on, spill – I’m awake now and I won’t be able to go back to sleep if I’m lying here wondering what was so bad in that miserable broken head of yours that you freaked out enough to have to call me.”
Said low and easy, but not flippant, because he knows, okay? He knows how much it sucks to wake up in a cold sweat, sure the world had disappeared in a flash, or crumbled slowly away under his feet, and he knows how it feels when he wakes back up in a confused stupor, and Steve isn’t there. “Tell me.”
