[ Wash could make work for himself if he wanted to -- likely in similar things. But for as bored as he is, he's too stubborn in other regards. This city isn't his own, and he's been pulled here against his will, and while he's too practical to not put on a show of integrating for the sake of blending in, past that he's steadfastly refusing to integrate at all. He'd still found ways to keep himself busy, with enough people from back home showing up with him to keep him busy. Friends and enemies both, back from the dead and otherwise.
But recently, most of them had disappeared, the city spitting them back out with the same casual ease that it'd pulled them in with. Dick stepping back in is better timed than he might realize.
He steps inside, hits the button for his floor, and -- there's really no hesitation. He doesn't wait for the doors, just starts to close the distance between them, blocking Dick into the corner he's very conveniently (and maybe purposefully, as far as Wash's concerned) put himself into, lifting a hand to brush his fingertips against his chin, following up the line of his jaw. There's that intensity of his gaze again, fixed on him fully, a surety to his movements like he already knows the shape of him and how his cheek fits against his palm. ]
We can fix that.
[ The doors slide shut behind him, the elevator hums as it starts to move, and Wash leans down to pull him in for a kiss. ]
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But recently, most of them had disappeared, the city spitting them back out with the same casual ease that it'd pulled them in with. Dick stepping back in is better timed than he might realize.
He steps inside, hits the button for his floor, and -- there's really no hesitation. He doesn't wait for the doors, just starts to close the distance between them, blocking Dick into the corner he's very conveniently (and maybe purposefully, as far as Wash's concerned) put himself into, lifting a hand to brush his fingertips against his chin, following up the line of his jaw. There's that intensity of his gaze again, fixed on him fully, a surety to his movements like he already knows the shape of him and how his cheek fits against his palm. ]
We can fix that.
[ The doors slide shut behind him, the elevator hums as it starts to move, and Wash leans down to pull him in for a kiss. ]