so_catholic: (wanna have some sex tonight?)

"But baby!" Danny throws his head back against the couch, letting his eyes slip shut briefly as the music takes over. "Baby, I loooove iiit." He tends to tune out at the very end of the movie, and the fact that he has a stomach full of Chinese take-out and it's past his usual bedtime means he's not got the energy to do much else this time either. It's maybe the hundredth time he's seen the film, so he doesn't feel too bad about it.

Bring back that lovin' feelin'...

Rolling his head to the side, Danny gives Kevin a knowing smile, anticipation in his eyes. "Was that awesome or was that awesome?"
so_catholic: (frog porn)
 
It's overdue, Danny knows that. Like a lot of things in his life right now, he's put it off for too long. He's made half-hearted attempts to apologize but nothing that has made him properly face up to what he did and admit he was wrong to do it.

As much as he's used to people thinking he's cold, mean and hating him, it's not something that naturally sits well with Danny, even when he finds himself doing or saying things that perpetuate that perception of him. Over time he's learnt to ignore the desire to fix it, come to believe that it's out of his control. Inevitable. What's the point of trying to be a better version of himself if the end result is the same every time? People leave. All the more reason to give them absolutely no cause to stay in the first place.

When he knocks on Kevin's door, he's not trying to improve himself. He's going back to basics instead, starting at the bottom. Just trying to be a decent guy.

"Hey...Kevin? Are you in?" He knocks again, wondering if he's calling too late. "It's Danny. Castellano. Subway guy."
so_catholic: (talk to the hand)
 
Danny Castellano dislikes a lot of things. Philosophical graffiti. Flyers written in the second person. Videos of kittens. That photo of Sting playing the lute while his wife does yoga. Contrary to popular belief, however, it does actually take much more for him to actively dislike a human being. Wearing a Mellencamp t-shirt to a Springsteen show, for example, will get you on his list. Not adhering to proper laundry room etiquette, that'll put you right up there too. Treating those he cares about badly? Sure, write your own name at the top.

Being a Mormon? The jury's still out.

"Oh, come on, I said Dan," he gripes, taking his first look at the so-called name scrawled along the side of his takeaway coffee cup. The word MAN peeks out between his fingertips. "How hard is that to get right?" He grabs a hold of the carriage's pole to steady himself as the train rattles past a station. "This could be anybody's."

He might not actively dislike Kevin but he's definitely avoiding eye contact. After Kate's wedding and the almost-plague of locusts, Danny's being extra respectful of God these days.

It's not doing him much good this morning though. When he takes a sip of his drink, it's strawberry frappuccino that assaults his taste buds and the 6'4'' gentleman he's currently pressed up against really doesn't appreciate the way Danny spits it out over him.

"Sir," he holds up his hands, trying not to gag as the guy looms closer. "I apologize. I apologize, that was rude of me. I should have asked first."

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