Steve's got a pretty epic case of Aneurysm Face going on by the time they touch down in Newark. It stays put through baggage claim and into the parking lot, and it's still firmly in place when Danny shuts the trunk on their bags and climbs into the driver's seat.
"Okay, what gives?"
Steve blinks, and his expression shifts into Stoic SEAL Face #4: I Feel Nothing. "Nothing," he says, predictably.
Danny congratulates himself on properly naming the face as he turns towards Steve. "Not nothing," he contradicts. "No, my friend, not nothing, because you've been moody and quiet since we got on the plane, and that's weird. You haven't made fun of me for my tie, my shoes, nothing." He pokes Steve's chest. "What gives?"
Steve shrugs uncomfortably. "I don't like going into unfamiliar situations."
"Unfamiliar situ-" Danny stops, takes a breath, changes tactics. "Look, babe, this isn't a hostile situation. There are no bombs, no guns, no knives coming your way, so you really gotta unclench those shoulders of yours and breathe." He turns back to the wheel and starts the ignition. "I have no idea why you're freaking out about this more than I am."
"Not like I have to worry about about telling my parents that I'm marrying my gay lover," Steve says blandly, stretching out in the seat.
Danny can feel the shock on his face as he whips back around to face Steve. "Marrying my - is that why you're flipping shit? You think I'm gonna have some big gay freakout in front of my family and they're gonna have some big my-kid-is-gay freakout and you're gonna be-"
Steve's non-answer is enough. "Jesus," Danny swears, unbuckling his seat belt so he can lean over into Steve's space. "Look at me, you idiot," he says with more fondness than anger, and isn't that telling enough? "My youngest sister is living with a girl. You know this. My family isn't gonna care. And if I haven't flipped out before now, what makes you think I will after this?"
"They're your family," Steve says, and Danny has a sudden vision of McGarrett Senior giving a teenaged Steve disappointed glances, of Steve joining the SEALs to impress his dad, and he shuts it away firmly as he reaches to take Steve's face in his hand.
"I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I wasn't sure about you, babe," he says softly. "I love you. My family's going to adore you, and even if they don't, I'm still gonna marry you, okay?"
Steve's shoulders finally, finally relax, and he smiles against Danny's palm. "You're sure?"
Danny rolls his eyes. "You're stuck with me," he informs Steve as he leans over to brush their lips together.
"Good," Steve says when Danny moves away, and Danny can't help the way a smile curves his own lips as he repeats, "Good."
Stuck With Me: Steve/Danny, they go to Jersey to tell Danny's family they're engaged
"Okay, what gives?"
Steve blinks, and his expression shifts into Stoic SEAL Face #4: I Feel Nothing. "Nothing," he says, predictably.
Danny congratulates himself on properly naming the face as he turns towards Steve. "Not nothing," he contradicts. "No, my friend, not nothing, because you've been moody and quiet since we got on the plane, and that's weird. You haven't made fun of me for my tie, my shoes, nothing." He pokes Steve's chest. "What gives?"
Steve shrugs uncomfortably. "I don't like going into unfamiliar situations."
"Unfamiliar situ-" Danny stops, takes a breath, changes tactics. "Look, babe, this isn't a hostile situation. There are no bombs, no guns, no knives coming your way, so you really gotta unclench those shoulders of yours and breathe." He turns back to the wheel and starts the ignition. "I have no idea why you're freaking out about this more than I am."
"Not like I have to worry about about telling my parents that I'm marrying my gay lover," Steve says blandly, stretching out in the seat.
Danny can feel the shock on his face as he whips back around to face Steve. "Marrying my - is that why you're flipping shit? You think I'm gonna have some big gay freakout in front of my family and they're gonna have some big my-kid-is-gay freakout and you're gonna be-"
Steve's non-answer is enough. "Jesus," Danny swears, unbuckling his seat belt so he can lean over into Steve's space. "Look at me, you idiot," he says with more fondness than anger, and isn't that telling enough? "My youngest sister is living with a girl. You know this. My family isn't gonna care. And if I haven't flipped out before now, what makes you think I will after this?"
"They're your family," Steve says, and Danny has a sudden vision of McGarrett Senior giving a teenaged Steve disappointed glances, of Steve joining the SEALs to impress his dad, and he shuts it away firmly as he reaches to take Steve's face in his hand.
"I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I wasn't sure about you, babe," he says softly. "I love you. My family's going to adore you, and even if they don't, I'm still gonna marry you, okay?"
Steve's shoulders finally, finally relax, and he smiles against Danny's palm. "You're sure?"
Danny rolls his eyes. "You're stuck with me," he informs Steve as he leans over to brush their lips together.
"Good," Steve says when Danny moves away, and Danny can't help the way a smile curves his own lips as he repeats, "Good."