[ He'd never admit it, and he's basically a professional secret-keeper by now, but Dick loves the stupid things Wally says. Most of the time. 75% of the time, at least, when it's not interrupting a stakeout or a brooding session or generally getting in the way of Dick working up a good Bat-storm. Okay, even sometimes then. Because Wally's free and open with himself the way Dick can never be, and sometimes? Sometimes that brings out the secret things in him, too.
Right now, though, it's a very stupid question, but it's a stupid question that makes a flush crawl up the hidden back of Dick's neck, making his ears go pink and his nose twitch as he tries to hide a frown. Not because he's embarrassed of this — not really — but because of the ridiculous, easy way Wally just... says that. Like it's the kind of thing a person can just— jeez. ]
Dude. [ He squirms, the way a Boy Wonder doesn't even under torture, but Wally's hand is somewhere really nice but not quite nice enough, and he can probably be forgiven for this, right? ] It's not obvious?
[ Seriously, bro. But that doesn't address the... other thing. The last thing. And for all that Dick is chatty and quippy and good with comebacks, he doesn't know how to respond to something that earnest. He knows Wally's bluster has always been enough to mostly cover certain insecurities — he wants to be good, he wants to be important, he wants to be needed, and sometimes Dick doesn't think Wally realizes that he's all of those things without even trying. So he settles for honesty in return, as much as he can manage: ]
It's you, Walls. Kinda already there? [ Which is so corny. God. ]
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Right now, though, it's a very stupid question, but it's a stupid question that makes a flush crawl up the hidden back of Dick's neck, making his ears go pink and his nose twitch as he tries to hide a frown. Not because he's embarrassed of this — not really — but because of the ridiculous, easy way Wally just... says that. Like it's the kind of thing a person can just— jeez. ]
Dude. [ He squirms, the way a Boy Wonder doesn't even under torture, but Wally's hand is somewhere really nice but not quite nice enough, and he can probably be forgiven for this, right? ] It's not obvious?
[ Seriously, bro. But that doesn't address the... other thing. The last thing. And for all that Dick is chatty and quippy and good with comebacks, he doesn't know how to respond to something that earnest. He knows Wally's bluster has always been enough to mostly cover certain insecurities — he wants to be good, he wants to be important, he wants to be needed, and sometimes Dick doesn't think Wally realizes that he's all of those things without even trying. So he settles for honesty in return, as much as he can manage: ]
It's you, Walls. Kinda already there? [ Which is so corny. God. ]