That took some thinking. Pretty sure you did better than you realize.
[ That's Dick wanting to give Hana the credit he thinks she deserves. The way the world has become, it's been hard for everyone. And despite what hung over the both of them, seeming to keep them apart, Hana was no worse for wear in the way she handled herself in combat - doing what she does best. Her commitment to being the hero was she made out to be was always something Dick admired, knowing full well the extent of what she sacrificed in the process. A normal personal life, not beholden to the public eye, was foreclosed from her. And while now, D.Va's less of a media presence during this era of stress, the weight of her responsibilities to the world has not diminished.
Neither has his. But he's ready to share the burden, to contribute strength that can lighten the load for them both. Which is why he's been holding her so close, wont never to let go, even as Hana's arm intercepts the space between their bodies. It's purposeful, though, and a welcome maneuver. A gesture Dick can only smile at as he watches in anticipation, heeding Hana's Korean. ]
They say failing to prepare is preparing to fail.
[ There's Dick peppering in some of his own Korean. ]
We're gonna make this work no matter what. Trust me.
[ With that, he looks down at where Hana's hand has ventured. It's cute enough to get a chuckle out of him, his own arousal making itself known thanks to her hand's proximity. Water, however, gets in the way. Alleviates the necessary amount of friction for anything more than this. But besides thinking of the future, there's another reason said he what he said, about "failing to prepare."
He escapes from Hana's grasp with something of a pleading look, as if to tell her "I won't be gone long." Because he steps out of the shower stall to reach for the adjacent shelf, one that he pointed out during his tour. He returns with a container of some waterproof... personal lubricant. With a guilty, self-deprecating smirk, Dick shows Hana the bottle. ]
Look, if we're gonna be here a while... [ He sighs. The idea's practical, sure. But no less silly.
He hopes she doesn't ask why he even owns this. Why he ever needed to. Should be neither here nor there, he hopes. Because when earlier, he said she was the first guest in a long time, he really meant "long time," but not... "no guest ever." ]
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[ That's Dick wanting to give Hana the credit he thinks she deserves. The way the world has become, it's been hard for everyone. And despite what hung over the both of them, seeming to keep them apart, Hana was no worse for wear in the way she handled herself in combat - doing what she does best. Her commitment to being the hero was she made out to be was always something Dick admired, knowing full well the extent of what she sacrificed in the process. A normal personal life, not beholden to the public eye, was foreclosed from her. And while now, D.Va's less of a media presence during this era of stress, the weight of her responsibilities to the world has not diminished.
Neither has his. But he's ready to share the burden, to contribute strength that can lighten the load for them both. Which is why he's been holding her so close, wont never to let go, even as Hana's arm intercepts the space between their bodies. It's purposeful, though, and a welcome maneuver. A gesture Dick can only smile at as he watches in anticipation, heeding Hana's Korean. ]
They say failing to prepare is preparing to fail.
[ There's Dick peppering in some of his own Korean. ]
We're gonna make this work no matter what. Trust me.
[ With that, he looks down at where Hana's hand has ventured. It's cute enough to get a chuckle out of him, his own arousal making itself known thanks to her hand's proximity. Water, however, gets in the way. Alleviates the necessary amount of friction for anything more than this. But besides thinking of the future, there's another reason said he what he said, about "failing to prepare."
He escapes from Hana's grasp with something of a pleading look, as if to tell her "I won't be gone long." Because he steps out of the shower stall to reach for the adjacent shelf, one that he pointed out during his tour. He returns with a container of some waterproof... personal lubricant. With a guilty, self-deprecating smirk, Dick shows Hana the bottle. ]
Look, if we're gonna be here a while... [ He sighs. The idea's practical, sure. But no less silly.
He hopes she doesn't ask why he even owns this. Why he ever needed to. Should be neither here nor there, he hopes. Because when earlier, he said she was the first guest in a long time, he really meant "long time," but not... "no guest ever." ]
Water just, y'know. Gets too slick.