[This is like some sick cycle of awkward because of course seeing Wally turn bright red - and yes, much redder than Dick himself - only makes him, well, redder. So instead he averts his gaze, cause how do you look your best friend in the eye after something like that? And smiles, weakly.]

It's...no problem. None at all.

[And yeah, totally not feeling the aster. Time to get out.] So...um...yeah. We're not going to try that again. [One more laugh on the weak side and then he's standing up, just putting some distance between them, and looking down at Wally. Wally who could have just died. And he holds out his hand to help him up. Just move on, Dick. Act cool. Act like your stomach isn't twisting itself inside out.] C'mon, dude, we should probably make sure you didn't sustain any permanent brain damage.