Stiles (hyperactivespaz) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-26 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | danny mahealani, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles Stilinski and Danny Mahealani
What: Danny’s First Day
When: Monday, January 26th
Where: Stark Industries
Rating: Gen
Status: Complete
Stiles wasn’t usually at Stark Tower on a Monday since he had class, but he’d stopped by today to check on Malia’s HR stuff and her new ID now that she’d been switched from temp to actual employee. He was distracted, and a little wet, because of course it’d decided to rain today. He supposed he shouldn’t complain, since the East Coast was covered in snow, but still. He’d grown up with water falling from the sky being a rare enough phenomenon that it felt foreign when it happened. And people had no idea how to drive in it.
So, distracted, annoyed, and the HR secretary was talking to someone else when he entered the office.
He wasn’t particularly in the mood to wait, but the guy looked good from the back, and Stiles wasn’t above appreciating beautiful men when they presented themselves.
Danny had been getting the first day introductory lessons since his arrival in the morning. Luckily, he had a large cup of cappuccino to help keep him attentive as he was walked behind the person giving the grand tour. Eventually, came the part that he was dreading and that was filling out all the necessary paperwork with HR. Hell, his guide just kinda dumped the newbie at the desk and asked to be informed when all the forms were filled out.
Danny couldn’t blame him, either. It wouldn’t be all that conducive if the man were watching him fill out all the necessary papers and if he had questions, the HR representative was there to come to his aid. As he waited for all the papers to be grabbed, he was leaning on the counter and after they were handed to him, he turned to see that someone was behind him...and even more of a surprise was that it was his ex.
Things had become a bit strained between them; and Danny had failed to mention that Stark Industries was where he was interning. That had been done on purpose but given the size of the place, he didn’t think that he would ever run into his ex, either. So, now, he was being proven wrong and he was cursing all the gods he could for this. He gave Stiles a smirk and a slight wave, “Hey…” It was uncommon of him to be so...reserved, but he didn’t know what else to say.
So, it turned out that the ass Stiles was ogling belonged to his ex. Because his day just kept getting better. But what was Danny even doing there?
“...Danny!” Stiles said, once he’d gotten over his shock. “...what are you doing here?” Was Danny stalking him? His heart pounded a little, and then it clicked.
“...your internship. It’s with Stark Industries.” Because of course it was. He even remembered talking about it with Danny when he’d applied.
Stark Industries hadn’t been the only place that Danny had applied to and he knew that it had been somewhat risky since Stiles was employed there. However, he would have been happy with any of the jobs giving him an internship.
Before he could answer, Stiles had caught on. “Um...yeah, it is…” he mentioned, glancing around. “But...I should get to filling out all these papers,” he said, lifting up the stack of papers in his hand. He hated having to evade his ex but he also didn’t want to keep Stiles from what he was there to do.
Quietly, he made his way to the nearby table and he took a seat to start filling out his forms. He was certainly feeling awkward, now, and fighting the urge to look over at Stiles some more.
“...okay,” Stiles replied, quietly, awkwardly, as Danny moved away. Obviously they weren’t talking, or on good terms. He stepped up to talk to the secretary--Donna, because of course he pretty much knew everyone in HR by now--who gave him a pitying look.
He asked Donna his question about Malia’s ID and she assured him that it was ready for her to pick up, and he smiled his thanks, although it probably looked more like a grimace. He glanced over at Danny again, and frowned, wanting to say something, but it’d probably just piss Danny off more.
The tension seemed pretty palpable, now, and Danny glanced up to see Stiles looking at him. They needed to talk but he wasn’t sure if this was the best place for it. Yet, he didn’t want to let things stew and potentially get worse. So, Danny pushed out the chair across the table from his and gestured for Stiles to take a seat.
“Wanna talk?”
Stiles glanced over at Donna again, who was now on the phone, so he sat down, leaning forward slightly and fidgeting. “Are we talking? Because after those text messages, I wasn’t sure.”
“You tell me, Stiles…” Danny said, softly. It had been somewhat hurtful to find out that Stiles had kept things from him while they’d been dating. “Can you handle being friends?” he asked, knowing that they’d need some work if they wanted to even consider dating again. However,Danny just wanted Stiles in his life, again. They had shared many good times prior to becoming more intimate and he really hoped it could be salvaged.
“And sorry about those messages...I was drunk.”
“I figured that,” Stiles replied, his tone rueful, and slightly exasperated. “And I’m fine with friends. I told you...I figured after I told you about the dreams that you wouldn’t want to be friends with me.” He chewed on his thumb, shifted his gaze between Danny and Donna once more.
Danny had to stop trying to focus on the paperwork and looked at Stiles. “Of all the time that you knew me, before all that...did I say or do anything that made you think that I would hold something like that against you?” he questioned. “Unless you were harming yourself or others, nothing would have changed our relationship. I thought that you knew that you could come to me about anything…” He let out a sigh and shrugged.
“I don’t think you get just how weird this stuff is, Danny,” Stiles said, slowly, defensive. “Like, I’m not talking new-agey dream shit. I’m talking...life changing Matrix-y kind of shit. I haven’t even told my dad, Danny. My dad, who I live with and love more than anyone on earth.”
Danny felt like this was going nowhere. He leaned against the table, looking at Stiles, frustration starting to show. “I guess I don’t…” he said, somewhat dejectedly, sitting back and thinking that it was no longer his place to inquire about Stiles’ life. “And it’s not my place to expect you to open up, anymore. Sorry for thinking, as such.”
He was starting to feel like he should just leave the internship because if things kept up like this with Stiles, it’d be hard to be around him.
Stiles sighed. “You know, Danny. I like you, and I care about you. I really do. But I hate this passive-aggressive ‘what did I do to make you not trust me’ bullshit, okay? It’s not about you. And before you ask--no, I didn’t have anything to do with you getting the internship, and I deal with interns exactly zero percent of the time, so….” he made a vague gesture and stood up.
Danny swallowed and looked down at the table. “I didn’t think that...and sorry…” he said, again. “I should get back to filling these out…” he muttered, feeling like their friendship wasn’t going to return. Slowly, he picked up the pen and start to fill out the first form.
Well, that basically made Stiles feel like he’d kicked a puppy.
“Well, good,” he said, pointedly. “Because if you’d thought you hadn’t gotten this internship based on your own merit I was going to be insulted on your behalf. Because you’re amazing. And I knew when we were still dating, long before you broke up with me, that I didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you. So.”
Danny stopped what he was doing. He hated when Stiles talked himself down, and he hated being talked up when he was feeling like shit. Yeah, any good mood that he’d been feeling so far had now been shot to hell.
He wanted to grab Stiles and shake him, repeatedly. Yet, he stopped himself from doing such and he stayed quiet for a couple moments. “Sorry, but I have to get this done. I’ll see you around,” he said, not looking up. He was going to need some alone time after the day was done.
The dismissal was clear, so Stiles exhaled, and nodded, taking a step back towards the exit. “Right. I’m not here much anyway, so. You probably don’t even need to worry about running into me,” he added. He’d do his best to ensure it, actually, since that was what Danny wanted.
Danny heard but just gave a small nod. It was hard to stay focused on the forms in front of him but he would suck it up and deal with it. Life stopped for no man and he wanted this internship. This was just how things would have to be, he supposed.