Danny's so fucking tired of thinking about this. He doesn't want to believe that Steve's capable of it, but he's seen what happens when Steve's patience is shot. He's seen it when it comes to himself, even. "Her arm," he says, voice sounding thin. "Bruised, fractured, I don't even know, Neil, it's all a buzz right now in my head, it's all noise," he says. "I don't want to believe it happened, but I got a twinge in my own shoulder from the time Steve twisted my arm around." And that's enough, just enough, to plant a seed of doubt in his mind.