[ Dick looks on at Hana with something of a wistful grin. One of understanding. He'd been so hyper-focused on just getting here, and parking, and properly situating his and Hana's food... that he'd distracted himself long enough from the pain. But it resurfaces here, as he relaxes now to begin eating his food. He relaxes just enough for his body to remind him of the aches, of the first aid that barely sustains his wounded arm. Yet brazenly, perhaps, he's hungrier than he feels he's in need of the prototype caduceus staff.
He also knows Hana's hungry, too. But here she is, offering him a French fry. He relinquishes his hand - the one belonging to his injured arm - from the table, and with his other hand lets go of the utensil still cutting the egg. Instead, he reaches - his own gloves off too - to snatch the fry on offer. ]
Thanks. Can't remember the last time I even had French fries.
[ And so he chows down on that, before proceeding to cut the egg into pieces, a single hand using a knife. He trades that for a fork to consume the egg piece by piece, noticeably transfixed in the act of manipulating his food. It's almost like he feels... awkward, around Hana, to be eating like this. Because he doesn't seem ready to look at her till she's ready to offer another piece - whether from his to-go box or her own. ]
Actually, I do.
From, y'know. Before you and I-- well. Before things changed.
[ Now he manages a furtive glance at her, having swallowed the last of the egg. There's still more left of the grand slam slugger, though. ]
Things were... good, before. Y'know? There's a lot from back then that I don't regret.
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[ Dick looks on at Hana with something of a wistful grin. One of understanding. He'd been so hyper-focused on just getting here, and parking, and properly situating his and Hana's food... that he'd distracted himself long enough from the pain. But it resurfaces here, as he relaxes now to begin eating his food. He relaxes just enough for his body to remind him of the aches, of the first aid that barely sustains his wounded arm. Yet brazenly, perhaps, he's hungrier than he feels he's in need of the prototype caduceus staff.
He also knows Hana's hungry, too. But here she is, offering him a French fry. He relinquishes his hand - the one belonging to his injured arm - from the table, and with his other hand lets go of the utensil still cutting the egg. Instead, he reaches - his own gloves off too - to snatch the fry on offer. ]
Thanks. Can't remember the last time I even had French fries.
[ And so he chows down on that, before proceeding to cut the egg into pieces, a single hand using a knife. He trades that for a fork to consume the egg piece by piece, noticeably transfixed in the act of manipulating his food. It's almost like he feels... awkward, around Hana, to be eating like this. Because he doesn't seem ready to look at her till she's ready to offer another piece - whether from his to-go box or her own. ]
Actually, I do.
From, y'know. Before you and I-- well. Before things changed.
[ Now he manages a furtive glance at her, having swallowed the last of the egg. There's still more left of the grand slam slugger, though. ]
Things were... good, before. Y'know? There's a lot from back then that I don't regret.