[ Another thing that Dick would find familiar: a certain kind of focused intensity in his gaze, even when he's just passively observing, let alone paying careful attention. There's something about the way he looks at Dick that feels like he isn't just -- looking at him. Like he's studying him, like he means to commit every detail of him to memory. In way, Wash already has, could trace the shape of his jaw and the lines of scars across his body with his eyes closed, but that just lends even more weight to his gaze even as his voice stays light, friendly.
His eyes flicker briefly to where some black curls fall across his brow. he remembers that. Tangling his fingers through those strands, pulling tight. ]
For next time, then.
[ Gentle amusement in his tone. Already a next time, huh? he supposes he won't argue. He slides the little tabletop menu across the surface, prompting him to pick something even as he pauses, considers his response to that question. ]
I didn't want to make any assumptions. Wouldn't have been fair for me to hold something over you that wasn't even real -- especially when you probably don't remember it like I do.
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His eyes flicker briefly to where some black curls fall across his brow. he remembers that. Tangling his fingers through those strands, pulling tight. ]
For next time, then.
[ Gentle amusement in his tone. Already a next time, huh? he supposes he won't argue. He slides the little tabletop menu across the surface, prompting him to pick something even as he pauses, considers his response to that question. ]
I didn't want to make any assumptions. Wouldn't have been fair for me to hold something over you that wasn't even real -- especially when you probably don't remember it like I do.