[It's perfectly reasonable to ask, and - layered, to answer. As much as he's honest and open at a certain, surface level, Dick isn't really one to unravel himself for people. Most who start to get close to him find that once they're past the softer surface there's a brick wall to chisel their way through.
And that, in fact, is part of this. Not that Dick leads with it.]
Maybe I just hate leaving things unfinished.
[He sits back, folding his arms behind his head and letting his fingers knit into his hair.]
I wasn't looking for you with expectations. For all I knew, once whatever that was wore off, you might be living as a mild mannered dog walker with a sideline in artisan cheese making and a 'Live Laugh Love' decal on your bedroom wall. But there was a grain of truth to who most of us were, that week. I thought there might be a grain of truth to you. And like I said, I thought about it, here and there. I thought we were both – getting something from it.
[He huffs out a break, embarrassed enough that it shows in the faintest flush, but still not dropping eye contact.]
I don't do a lot that's casual. This place has opened up a lot I'd never have considered before, like sleeping with more than one person on a regular basis, but I still don't end up with people easily. Especially the way we –
[A flurry of movement, as he huddles back down to lean over the table again, dropping his voice.]
I mean, I'd still find it difficult to walk up to a stranger and ask if they want to slap me when I come. But it's really not just about that. And maybe it's dumb to think a couple of hallucinatory encounters and some hazy memories of a history means anything. We weren't friends. But we weren't strangers, either.
[And no matter how much he'd denied it, it had felt like they could have been just a little more. Wash had seen that more clearly than Dick knew.]
I thought we hit a few of each other's buttons. If that's still true for you then maybe it's worth following up on. If it's not, I can compliment your artisan cheese and leave you be.
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And that, in fact, is part of this. Not that Dick leads with it.]
Maybe I just hate leaving things unfinished.
[He sits back, folding his arms behind his head and letting his fingers knit into his hair.]
I wasn't looking for you with expectations. For all I knew, once whatever that was wore off, you might be living as a mild mannered dog walker with a sideline in artisan cheese making and a 'Live Laugh Love' decal on your bedroom wall. But there was a grain of truth to who most of us were, that week. I thought there might be a grain of truth to you. And like I said, I thought about it, here and there. I thought we were both – getting something from it.
[He huffs out a break, embarrassed enough that it shows in the faintest flush, but still not dropping eye contact.]
I don't do a lot that's casual. This place has opened up a lot I'd never have considered before, like sleeping with more than one person on a regular basis, but I still don't end up with people easily. Especially the way we –
[A flurry of movement, as he huddles back down to lean over the table again, dropping his voice.]
I mean, I'd still find it difficult to walk up to a stranger and ask if they want to slap me when I come. But it's really not just about that. And maybe it's dumb to think a couple of hallucinatory encounters and some hazy memories of a history means anything. We weren't friends. But we weren't strangers, either.
[And no matter how much he'd denied it, it had felt like they could have been just a little more. Wash had seen that more clearly than Dick knew.]
I thought we hit a few of each other's buttons. If that's still true for you then maybe it's worth following up on. If it's not, I can compliment your artisan cheese and leave you be.