[Oh, and see, Wally didn't even realize what he was doing until after he'd done it, so he's just... stuck, possibly staring again, and trying not to look completely terrified that he is actually this close. They can just have an awkward moment of neither of them backing away until Dick rolls his eyes and Wally straightens, laughing.]

Okay, but you're the protégé of a stalker. That's pretty much the same thing, dude. And you won't even let me read my own file, so how should I know what you do and don't know about me— [He stops abruptly because that look on Dick's face is kind of unsettling, even though it probably wasn't meant to be. Just. Laugh it off, Wally.] Yeah, see, dude, right there? Stalker.