[But somehow I don't think Dick could possibly be redder than Wally. Because I mean, ginger. It's like, amplified. And he's just sort of staring for a moment, then looking away awkwardly, then maybe coughing a little because, yeah... this is pretty much the crowning moment of awkward.]
Oh. Uh. Thanks, man... [Very indiscreetly glancing back to Dick, who is still blushing—which almost makes him go redder, if that's even possible. His brain is pretty much reeling and he's trying not to imagine what just happened, but he's finding it very, very difficult, and then he's absentmindedly touching his lips, and he's fighting every urge to just get up and run— AND GOD, DICK, SAY SOMETHING, PLEASE.]
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Oh. Uh. Thanks, man... [Very indiscreetly glancing back to Dick, who is still blushing—which almost makes him go redder, if that's even possible. His brain is pretty much reeling and he's trying not to imagine what just happened, but he's finding it very, very difficult, and then he's absentmindedly touching his lips, and he's fighting every urge to just get up and run— AND GOD, DICK, SAY SOMETHING, PLEASE.]