[ When Hana pushes on his cheek in jest, Dick lets out a hearty chuckle. True, sincere delight shows itself here, not just in the satisfaction of making a stupid pun, but in utterly irritating Hana for it. After everything the two of them have been through tonight, and how distantly they'd drifted apart beforehand... this might be the happiest Hana's seen him. It's as if Dick, in his own way, has learned to forget about the things weighing him down. To put them aside for later, when he's ready to face them. ]
Never thought I would. [ Get away with the puns, that is. ] Especially not with you around.
Maybe things have gotten this bad because I had no one to stop me from making my jokes.
[ That's new, too. That Dick can finally make light of the situation that's caused him so much darkness. The two of them might just be eating Denny's in the dankness and dinginess of a repurposed Arkham sublevel... but between them is a soft flame that they both kindle. The hope of something brighter than the present is forming at their fingertips, growing possible with every minute that they make each other smile.
Exes, she says? Stinky? ]
Nah, Hana. Just the ones I wanna shower with.
[ Hana can take that as a joke, Hana can be totally disarmed by it... but it seems Dick's no longer pulling his punches. Or at the very least, he sees no reason to hesitate any longer. To instead take the plunge before it's too late, before he just gives himself more to regret. ]
Well, it won't be much of a tour because there's not much tothis place.
[ With his free hand, he gestures in the direction of the large terminal behind them, across a window on the wall that separates this room from where he 'works.' ]
That's where I interface with the rest of the Insurgency. Got a supercomputer with a fancy monitor... which is also connected to one of the last remaining PS6s before the great purge.
[ Subsequently, he gestures to the shower stalls right in front of them. ]
This side's self-explanatory. But beside them are lockers, cabinets, and pantries you can use to your liking.
I've got the staff in one of the tall lockers. Let me go get it.
[ Never mind that he has yet to finish his meal, or that Hana does as well. But he returns to leave the staff on the table, horizontal from where they both stand as it's placed parallel to the table's length. ]
Again, it's a prototype. Up to you if you'd prefer to play doctor already and heal me.
I mean, the healing can't take too long. I just wanna tear through this slugger while it's hot!
[ Whatever Hana decides, Dick's not gonna start forcing himself to use two hands. What he plans to do is diligently make use of a single fork with his free hand. When it comes to Dick having a meal with one hand and working case files or computers with the other, Hana should know how proficient he can be at multitasking.
How proficient he can be with his hands.
...But if he's gonna be healed soon, this shouldn't be an issue. The fact of his proficiency's just worth pointing out. ]
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Never thought I would. [ Get away with the puns, that is. ] Especially not with you around.
Maybe things have gotten this bad because I had no one to stop me from making my jokes.
[ That's new, too. That Dick can finally make light of the situation that's caused him so much darkness. The two of them might just be eating Denny's in the dankness and dinginess of a repurposed Arkham sublevel... but between them is a soft flame that they both kindle. The hope of something brighter than the present is forming at their fingertips, growing possible with every minute that they make each other smile.
Exes, she says? Stinky? ]
Nah, Hana. Just the ones I wanna shower with.
[ Hana can take that as a joke, Hana can be totally disarmed by it... but it seems Dick's no longer pulling his punches. Or at the very least, he sees no reason to hesitate any longer. To instead take the plunge before it's too late, before he just gives himself more to regret. ]
Well, it won't be much of a tour because there's not much to this place.
[ With his free hand, he gestures in the direction of the large terminal behind them, across a window on the wall that separates this room from where he 'works.' ]
That's where I interface with the rest of the Insurgency. Got a supercomputer with a fancy monitor... which is also connected to one of the last remaining PS6s before the great purge.
[ Subsequently, he gestures to the shower stalls right in front of them. ]
This side's self-explanatory. But beside them are lockers, cabinets, and pantries you can use to your liking.
I've got the staff in one of the tall lockers. Let me go get it.
[ Never mind that he has yet to finish his meal, or that Hana does as well. But he returns to leave the staff on the table, horizontal from where they both stand as it's placed parallel to the table's length. ]
Again, it's a prototype. Up to you if you'd prefer to play doctor already and heal me.
I mean, the healing can't take too long. I just wanna tear through this slugger while it's hot!
[ Whatever Hana decides, Dick's not gonna start forcing himself to use two hands. What he plans to do is diligently make use of a single fork with his free hand. When it comes to Dick having a meal with one hand and working case files or computers with the other, Hana should know how proficient he can be at multitasking.
How proficient he can be with his hands.
...But if he's gonna be healed soon, this shouldn't be an issue. The fact of his proficiency's just worth pointing out. ]