[ dick is very, very still and very quiet for a second. ]
Yeah. Sometimes they get tired. [ isn't he, himself? ] And other times they get murdered, or they sacrifice themselves to save the world. It varies.
[ he pushes himself off the sink and leaves the bathroom abruptly to go in the main room. he's, uh. just pulling his shirt off, hastily switching clothes.
wally had retired, and wally had come back, and wally was dead. that's how it went. and now dick is the one who's tired. dick is the one who'd wanted a break. from something, even if not the hero business-- but instead he's here, and he's-- he's still tired. emotionally compromised.
shouldn't have snapped in front of them. he's already regretting it. ]
[...it's about that moment that Dick gets up and leaves that Junpei, like, clues in that he's being an asshole to someone who a.) didn't need it and b.) has actually been one of the more tolerable people here. He's still of the opinion what he said wasn't wrong, but at the same time...
...well. That could have gone better. As it is, he's going to stay seated where he's at, look at Escha, look at the main room Dick walked into and then get up.]
...go check on him, alright? Tell him to take a break for half an hour before heading out. [It's low enough just for Escha to hear.] I'll come back later. [Sorry to both of them, he's also regretting saying anything and just straight-up leaving the room. Bye.]
[ She can tell that Junpei feels guilty - too much to really get mad at him for being insensitive... Why else would he leave so quickly, and why else would he tell her to check on Dick? But she figures he's right that she should; so that's her priority.
She does murmur to Junpei, quietly, before he leaves: ] You should apologize later.
[ But then it's break-time I guess, and he splits, and she heads over to Dick. ]
[ dick's back on the love seat and changed!! that was fast. He heard Junpei leave, which. god. It's not like the guy had known, and it's not like he said anything Dick hadn't thought before in his darkest hours. Or-- just hadn't heard.
Which is why when Escha comes to check on him he's running a hand through his hair and looking away ]
[ She knows that he's not so much upset about the injury he just got, but it can't be helping. And she doesn't know the specifics of what's on his mind and doesn't want to pry, so... ]
If it were me, I would have been crying already...! [ Does that lighten the mood? Hm. ]
[ It's up to him. She doesn't want to push it. He probably wants to be alone, she figures, and so she takes a step back - she'll head out in a moment unless he asks her to stay.
But before she goes, a little change of subject and a distraction couldn't hurt, right? ]
I was wondering - since you got hurt... If you need any help, please let me know. I could feed you, if you like. [ She says it like that's a normal thing to offer? ]
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Yeah. Sometimes they get tired. [ isn't he, himself? ] And other times they get murdered, or they sacrifice themselves to save the world. It varies.
[ he pushes himself off the sink and leaves the bathroom abruptly to go in the main room. he's, uh. just pulling his shirt off, hastily switching clothes.
wally had retired, and wally had come back, and wally was dead. that's how it went. and now dick is the one who's tired. dick is the one who'd wanted a break. from something, even if not the hero business-- but instead he's here, and he's-- he's still tired. emotionally compromised.
shouldn't have snapped in front of them. he's already regretting it. ]
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...well. That could have gone better. As it is, he's going to stay seated where he's at, look at Escha, look at the main room Dick walked into and then get up.]
...go check on him, alright? Tell him to take a break for half an hour before heading out. [It's low enough just for Escha to hear.] I'll come back later. [Sorry to both of them, he's also regretting saying anything and just straight-up leaving the room. Bye.]
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She does murmur to Junpei, quietly, before he leaves: ] You should apologize later.
[ But then it's break-time I guess, and he splits, and she heads over to Dick. ]
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Which is why when Escha comes to check on him he's running a hand through his hair and looking away ]
... Sorry. It's-- it's been a long night.
[ a long year ]
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[ She knows that he's not so much upset about the injury he just got, but it can't be helping. And she doesn't know the specifics of what's on his mind and doesn't want to pry, so... ]
If it were me, I would have been crying already...! [ Does that lighten the mood? Hm. ]
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Ah, c'mon. I know you're tougher than that.
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[ She apologized before about talking about herself, but isn't it because he keeps asking? Keeps leading the subject back? ]
... It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. But if you'd like to, I'm here.
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[ It's up to him. She doesn't want to push it. He probably wants to be alone, she figures, and so she takes a step back - she'll head out in a moment unless he asks her to stay.
But before she goes, a little change of subject and a distraction couldn't hurt, right? ]
I was wondering - since you got hurt... If you need any help, please let me know. I could feed you, if you like. [ She says it like that's a normal thing to offer? ]
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What?
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[ ??? Used to? Feeding people? ]
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Used to... feeding people?
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[ No further elaboration. ]
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he decides to not address that ]
I think I can manage without. I told you guys, the wound is mostly superficial.
[ and as we know. skin burns. don't hurt. ]
But... thanks.
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[ x doubt... But she doesn't want to push it. ]
I know that you're working really hard for everyone, but try to rest for a little while, okay?
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[ narrator voice: dick did not, in fact, rest, and was out and about twenty minutes after this conversation. ]
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[ Escha, even that was much, much longer than he planned. ]
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[ he won't. ]
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