[Stillness has always been one of Dick's personal challenges. From a child learning to center himself on a rope hooked up across the circus ring, to Bruce putting him through meditation exercises for hours at a time to try to leash his wild, unstoppable energy and teach him to find and use the quiet moments in a fight. He still rarely spends any time unoccupied, and it takes reaching down into himself to stay centered and still against the wall for Wash.

He was better trained, most likely, in those lost memories - but the potential for perfect obedience is still intact. His hands fist and flex at his sides, but he doesn't reach out.]

I don't know that you'd call it odd. It's one of the more normal on the list.

[There's no training to keep his hips from jerking forward for a little more contact when Wash finally reaches his cock, now thick and more than evident in the way it's stretching the front of his jeans obscenely. He keeps his shoulders firmly pressed to the wall, chin raised so the lift and catch of his throat as he bites back a needier sound is clearly visible. A breath, and he carries on -]

And I like to feel I'm doing a service - helping people stay flexible in their old age. You're welcome to come.