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[Leaning forward slightly, maybe with a tiny little smirk on his face. ~~This may or may not simply be an excuse to get a closer look at Dick's eyes.~~] I thought you already knew everything about me.

I know you dude. Thus why I have no faith. [And he laughs again, shaking his head because he knows his best friend better than that. Even if he promises.]

[And then Wally leans closer to him, and Dick honestly has to fight to keep from pulling away. Because having him that close...it's making his heart jump, okay? It is. But he wins the fight and doesn't pull away, but the battle he's having with his cheeks in order to not, you know, blush embarrassingly is not going as well. After a moment of 'ohgodhe'sreallyclosewhatisgoingonhe'smybestbro' he rolls his eyes.]

It's not like I'm a stalker, okay? Geez. Besides, if I wanted to know everything... [And he stops right there because maybe it's more fun just to smile evilly back at him. And because the questions he really wants to know aren't exactly...cool to ask.]

[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.

[And maybe if he's a little disappointed when Wally pulls away, it's no big deal. It's not like anyone could read his mind, though he'll definitely have to work on this around Megan. If she starts picking up any of these...unsettling emotions there might be problems. But when they're around the team it's never this bad. But whatever. Whatever.]

Just because I'm the protégé of a stalker does not mean I'm a stalker. Maybe kind of a stalker, but not a total stalker. Yet. Oh crap I'm going to end up just like Batman aren't I? [Okay, that laugh was a little forced, because while Dick may lo-care about Bruce, he does not want to be Bruce. Alone, tormented...god that would suck.]

Whatever man, do you want to know how to body surf or not?

[But Wally's not that dense, so that laugh? He totally sees through it. So he's going to reassure his best friend by throwing his arm around Dick's shoulders and giving him a light noogie.]

Dude, don't even. You are so not going to end up like Batman. You know why? You got me. [And he almost stops there, but he knows he can't take all the credit—] And the team. You're pretty much miles ahead of Bats already, and as long as you've got us, you'll never turn into him. We won't let you.

[I won't let you, he wants to add, but the cheesy grin on his face pretty much speaks for itself. He also realizes in this moment that he's stuck again, with his arm still slung around Dick's shoulders, but he decides that, at least for a little bit, he doesn't care. Dick's his best friend and there is nothing wrong with sharing a bro moment with your best friend. Because that's totally what this is. A bro moment. Which definitely isn't gay. In any way.]

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[But then he stretches his arms above his head—also known as the most lame way to get out of... whatever that was—and pretends like stretching was totally what he meant to do anyway. You know, like a warm-up. He doesn't want to get... an arm cramp... or something.]

Alright, come on, let's do this thing!

[He's not even going to deny why he's smiling so large, and when he ends up with his arm around Wally's waist it's obviously trying to shove him away, even as he laughs. Because this kinda thing? This makes him feel comfortable. Wally makes him feel comfortable. Which sounds really weird when he says it like that but it's the truth, okay?]

Yeah, you're right. Besides, I'm going to be better than Batman, so it's all good. Just make sure on my nights off we actually do something fun instead of...whatever it is Bruce does.

[And he's laughing again, because he can feel the little comment he leaves off, and maybe that makes him feel great. Because he knows Wally will be there for him and that makes it all worth it.]

[And the stretch thing? Totally obvious and a little awkward, but he just laughs at it again, punching Wally in the ribs playfully.] Just try and not drown, alright dude?

[Now it's business time, and Dick takes a step back, his back to the waves and he takes a quick look over his shoulder.] It's really not that hard, either. Just wait for a big wave to come by and dive with it. Kay?

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[Wow they're really close, and Dick's arm is around his waist and... he doesn't even care. Forget weird feelings, butterflies, knots, whatever. In this moment, he feels like he—they—can conquer anything. And it doesn't even matter how weird that sounds because they're best friends and that will never ever change.]

What, you mean brood? Believe me, bro, I will not let you brood.

[Oh fine, Dick punches him? HAVE A PLAYFUL SHOVE.] Oh shut up, I won't drown. [Following suit, he's pretty sure he knows what he's doing. I mean, how hard can it be.] Like that one?

[And that was pretty much a rhetorical question because Wally's already jumping at the wave. Except it's a pretty big wave and whatever he does doesn't work and it ends up sending him crashing underwater, where he involuntarily coughs and winds up with a lungful of salt water—and in his moment of panic before everything goes black, he thinks to himself, "Man I wish I were Kaldur right now." So much for not drowning, but the wave took him by surprise, honest, he's really not that stupid! Well, no, okay, maybe he is. Sometimes. Also this is just an excuse to use this icon.]

Yeah. I'm holding you to that promise, dude. So you better live up.

[And then the waves comes, and Dick has half a mind to tell him to wait for the next one but of course, he's Kid Flash and he's not going to wait for anything, so Wally's off, flipped over and pulled under by the wave and Dick might have actually made it a bit of a ways because he knew what he was doing, but when he notices a certain redhead is still missing, yeah okay he freaks a little.]

Wally? Wally, get...oh my god I'm going kill you - [And with a quick dunk under and grabbed him from under his arms Dick's pulling both of them up out of the water. If he's breathing a little hard it's totally because he just had to pull his best friend out of the water, and not because he was freaking out. Not at all.]

Dude, if I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't even know how to swim. You okay?

[Nope, sorry, he's just gonna be unconscious for a while. You know, water in his lungs and all.]

[Oh my god you're terrible. Dick pulls him out of the water but then lets go, expecting him to get his footing and stand and make some sort of remark or maybe just a hilarious face. But no. He gets nothing. Instead he sees the redhead fall right back down into the water and he's thinking ohshitohshitohshitwally and he's grabbing him again and pulling him above water.]

Wally this isn't freaking funny, stop it.

[Cue intense freak out when his bro doesn't answer, and suddenly he's in panic mode. He looks to the beach and sees that they're actually alone - while that might be fun when they're actually, you know, having fun, it's proving to be detrimental. So instead he uses his adrenaline-pumped self to haul Wally back up on the shore, pulling him just out of the water and laying him down on the sand, checking pulse and breathing because ohshit.]

I swear I'm going to murder you if this is some kind of joke. Dude. Dude come on, wake up.

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[Nope, still unconscious. At least he's not dead! But seriously, come on Dick, stop wasting time, you know what you have to do.]

[So there's a heartbeat, which is going at a kind of normal speed for a speedster, thus making Dick freak out just a bit more. But no breathing. Pulse but no breathing, okay, Bruce taught him how to deal with this. It's no big deal. Giving your bro CPR when he's about to die is totally normal. Totally. So much so that Dick doesn't even think about it. Situate the body, open the airway, chest compressions, mouth to mouth, listen. Repeat. He's not sure how long he just keeps repeating the motions until a flash of panic and Fuck why didn't you call 911 when KF coughs, and oh god, he's alive.]

[The relief that floods him at that moment is so great he can't be held responsible for what will happen for the next few moments. He can't. And it might take a minute before the fact he just gave Wally mouth to mouth sinks in.]

[and oh god, do not have an appropriate icon for this.]

[Yeah, and now Wally's just coughing. A lot. But he's okay. And sitting up, trying to breathe normally again. He's not even really sure what just happened until he sees Dick and a flood of realization washes over him and oh god—]

—I almost drowned, didn't I. [And it's not even a question because he knows and god he should really never be allowed in the ocean ever again.]

[His laugh is more relief than anything and he nods] Dude you almost died. I had to give you CPR to-

[And he stops, eyes wide, because that is the moment it finally sinks in and oh god. Oh god oh god oh god now he's turning bright red and this could seriously not be any more embarrassing]

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[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.]

[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.

[Okay, okay, he's got this. He's cool. Grabbing Dick's hand like nothing's wrong, like Dick hadn't basically kissed him back to life. I mean, it was just CPR, a totally normal thing—it's... not like it meant anything. So yeah, he's cool now, and back to his normal smug self.] Dude, shut up, I'm fine. [He thinks for a moment, trying to do some crazy calculation in his head.] Yeah, I think if I can still do calculus in my head, I'm good.

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