[ It's several long minutes before Dick makes his way back downstairs, mostly dry and dressed in his pajamas and feeling at least 50% more like a human being. His hair's still wet, but at least it's pushed back off his face.
He sits at the table, turning the chair around to face the kitchen, and smiles at Wally, trying to ignore the sound of his pulse rushing in his ears. ]
I missed watching you decimate the cupboards.
[ He wishes his usual jokes didn't sound so much like flirting now. ]
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He sits at the table, turning the chair around to face the kitchen, and smiles at Wally, trying to ignore the sound of his pulse rushing in his ears. ]
I missed watching you decimate the cupboards.
[ He wishes his usual jokes didn't sound so much like flirting now. ]