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[It doesn't even bother him. In fact, he doesn't even notice, because this, all of this, is what he wants. What he really, really wants. And he laughs with him, reaching out and holding onto Wally's shoulder to support him as he hunches over, stomach clenching]

Wallystop...stopohmygodIcan't...Ican'tevenbreath...

[Okay, okay, trying to stop laughing. Breathe. A hand goes up to wipe his eyes because, yeah, he's literally laughed himself to tears. Now just breathe, Wally, breathe.]

Okay... Okay. I think I'm good. Except for the part where my abs are on fire. But that's okay. Because man it's been a while since I laughed that hard. [And now he's just grinning stupidly, coz I mean that's really just his default face anyway.]

[So it takes him a few more moments to calm himself down, and even when he does he's wheezing a bit and holding his sides.]

Dude, I didn't even realize it was that funny. God.

[And he stands up straight again, dropping his hand from Wally's arm and still smiling, dragging a hand through his hair to pull his bangs off his face.]

Laughing at our parents' expense? That's comedy gold right there, man.

[Dammit, Dick, why did you do that. That stupid ~~sexy~~ hand-through-hair thing. Just. God. He was feeling totally at ease, comfortable, and now he's got to play it cool again, like butterflies didn't just attack his stomach. Because really. Dick is thirteen. This should not be happening.]

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[Cause he's worth it. And oblivious, apparently, because he doesn't notice anything change about Wally at all. But he takes a deep breath, officially calm, and shakes his head.]

True that, man. True that.

[Suddenly his stomach rumbles. Loudly. And he remembers the fact he still hasn't eaten yet and looks at Wally expectantly.]

Up for some food?

[And that warrants another laugh, because really why did Dick even ask.]

Dude, when am I not up for food?

[He smiles. A honest to goodness smile. Then he nods and looks off towards the boardwalk. Nevermind the fact that Wally nearly just died, they're going to go get food.]

You're right, man. I shouldn't have even asked. Let's go.

[Plus it's never not a good time to go get food, especially when you're Wally. Besides, that hot dog was so not enough to get him through a near death experience, so he is pretty hungry again.]

You can pick, coz you know I'll eat anything.

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[So they start off walking towards their stuff, cause Dick has to actually get money to, you know, pay for the food and all.]

I dunno, you still owe me ice cream for the whole race earlier. And a burger sounds good too...

Dude, a burger sounds awesome. We can get ice cream after that.

[And he's putting his clothes back on, hooray!]

[And Dick totally doesn't feel the slightest ping of disappointment as he watches Wally get dressed. Not at all. In fact, instead of watching Wally get dressed he reaches for his bag and puts on his sunglasses, getting dressed as well.]

Any particular place you wanna get the burger?

[Oh Dick, you'll be seeing half-naked Wally again soon enough. I mean. Uh. No, no you won't. ANYWAY Wally's totally disappointed when Dick puts his sunglasses back on. Because now he'll just have to rely on his imagination to replicate those baby blues—which, to be honest, isn't hard, but it's nothing compared to seeing the real deal. He'll just pretend he's not disappointed by shrugging instead.]

Nah, you pick, man. I am literally the least picky person on the planet. Anywhere's fine with me.

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[He smiles at that, stomach rumbling again.] Sweet man, cause there's this one place I haven't tried yet that looked good. Let's go.

[And he's pulled his shirt on and has his shoes, putting his towel over his shoulder, wondering just when he'll be seeing him half-naked again but also not cause, uh, that would not be bro.] You ready?

[Shoes on, and he's ready to go.] Ready as I'll ever be.

Sweet, let's go.

[He walks off expecting Wally to be right next to him, hands in his pockets and heading off towards the boardwalk, eyeing all the stands and the last few stragglers spending their last days on the beach.]

Man, I am not ready for classes to start. Not at all.

[And Wally is right next to him, because honestly when they're together they're always right next to each other. It's mostly an unconscious thing, standing so close to each other, but to the wandering eye it could totally been seen as... something else. Let's just leave them to their ignorant bliss for now.]

Ugh, dude, don't remind me. I am going to be so bored.

[Shakes his head, stopping at one of the stalls and checking out the menu before moving on, not approving of the obviously quality choices.]

There's going to be like, no time for missions or hanging out or anything.

[Standards, Dick. You need to get rid of them at places like this.]

Geez, Rob, don't be so depressing. [Bropunch!] We'll totally still have time. And if we don't, I'll make time.

[He's smiling again, shoving his shoulder against Wally cause they're just that close and it all still feels right.]

As long as it doesn't get either of us in any trouble. [But Wally can totally hear the and even if it does because when has getting in trouble ever stopped them before? They walk a bit more down the boardwalk before he finally decides on one and walks up, ordering a burger, fries and drink and turning back to Wally.]

Order what you want, man. Bruce gave me his card.

[And Wally laughs, holding up three fingers.] Scout's honor. [Except it's like Wally's job to get them in trouble, and Dick knows it, so the honor was pretty much made sarcastically.]

[Then he's staring a little incredulously.]

Seriously? He just gave you his card? [Because credit cards are like a big deal okay. He figured Dick would just have cash, which somehow isn't as big a deal, even when you're loaded.]

[Eyes are rolling, bro. Because really, more times than not he's carrying around one of Bruce's cards. Just another way to for Bruce to avoid Dick and all: don't even need to ask for money. Just use the card.]

Just order, man, or I'll take back the offer.

[Holding his hands up defensively.] Okay, okay.

[And he orders four burgers (just so he can stack them all on top of each other), curly fries, and a large drink. But don't think he didn't notice that weird change in demeanor just then, Dick. Because he did. He just chooses to ignore it because there has already been a lot of awkward today and he doesn't really want to have to deal with more.]

[And he hands the awkward teenager behind the counter his card and takes his food, waiting to sign the receipt before walking with Wally back to the tables, trying to avoid the awkward he left in that last conversation.

Which of course makes it more awkward, because noticing the awkward always makes it more awkward, and...oh god Dick stop thinking. You're acting like, a...well...dick. Good job.]

Do you have any ideas for your science fair this year? [Yeah, cause that's totally not awkward. God, there's the awkward again. Stop doing that.]

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[Wally thanks the guy and follows Dick with his stack of burgers and fries in one hand, and his drink in the other. Just don't drop anything, Wally.

Thankfully, he manages to make it to the table with all of his food still safely in his grasp and not on the ground. And, Dick, be very glad Wally isn't feeling the same awkward vibe. He is much more focused on food. And we all know how important food is to Wally. So he's got a bite of his quadruple cheeseburger sticking out of his mouth when Dick asks him about the science fair.] Mmmuh—

[Don't be rude, Wally. Chew and swallow before you talk.] Haven't really thought about it, actually. [You know, his mind's been on... other things... none of which include Dick in any way, shape, or form.] But I mean, I don't even really have to try anymore. There's pretty much no competition.

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