[Of course the waiting time is deliberate. Dick can feel himself wanting to interrupt the silence and has to bite words back, the corners of his jaw tight once Wash's slow once-over reaches his face. It's just long enough for his mouth to dry, so that he swallows hard once Wash's hand skims over his throat.
He tips his head up as Wash walks him backwards, steps confident enough as he'd already measured out the room. He can almost time the moment that his shoulders hit the wall and he moves without letting his focus drop for a second from Wash's face.]
I didn't.
[His tone's not quite so casual - at least, the effort to sound that way is audible.]
I teach yoga at a gym in the down. [He flashes a grin.] So any time you want to see my downward dog–
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He tips his head up as Wash walks him backwards, steps confident enough as he'd already measured out the room. He can almost time the moment that his shoulders hit the wall and he moves without letting his focus drop for a second from Wash's face.]
I didn't.
[His tone's not quite so casual - at least, the effort to sound that way is audible.]
I teach yoga at a gym in the down. [He flashes a grin.] So any time you want to see my downward dog–