[ There's a lot about Wash that would seem very similar to what dick would remember from their other-lives. He dresses plainly, pragmatic and utilitarian, and it wouldn't be hard to pin him as some kind of soldier who still isn't particularly comfortable in environments that are so completely civilian. He's picked out a table that's quiet and private enough to have actual conversation, but not so tucked away that the safety of being in a public space is all but gone, arrived early to look around and settle in, hanging his coat off the back of his chair.
He recognizes Dick the moment he catches sight of him, when he first steps inside the cafe. He's wearing enough that he can't make out his build, but Wash remembers perfectly: it may have been months ago but being able to picture him in his minds eye and remember what his build would be like under that heavy coat is enough to make something whisper through him. He moves differently, too, though wash doesn't quite know why. Lighter on his feet, with a certain fluidity.
Wash looks up, the corner of his mouth quirking upward slightly in a bit of a smile. ]
My treat today, Richard. Take it as an apology for how long it's been. [ he gestures with a tip of his head. ] Sit down.
[ A faint echo of a memory flickers in front of his eyes: while sometimes they met in less savory places, sometimes it was an office. He'd ask him to sit, ask him why he was here, and then they went from there. Wash blinks it away. They're not unpleasant memories, he does want to get to know this person in front of him, now. ]
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He recognizes Dick the moment he catches sight of him, when he first steps inside the cafe. He's wearing enough that he can't make out his build, but Wash remembers perfectly: it may have been months ago but being able to picture him in his minds eye and remember what his build would be like under that heavy coat is enough to make something whisper through him. He moves differently, too, though wash doesn't quite know why. Lighter on his feet, with a certain fluidity.
Wash looks up, the corner of his mouth quirking upward slightly in a bit of a smile. ]
My treat today, Richard. Take it as an apology for how long it's been. [ he gestures with a tip of his head. ] Sit down.
[ A faint echo of a memory flickers in front of his eyes: while sometimes they met in less savory places, sometimes it was an office. He'd ask him to sit, ask him why he was here, and then they went from there. Wash blinks it away. They're not unpleasant memories, he does want to get to know this person in front of him, now. ]