[It's a sleepy kind of warm that hits him, spent and relaxed and even as Dick continues to touch him, his fingers play with the ends of his hair and he tilts his head enough to allow space against his neck.
...but he hears the question and there's a small laugh that's half-amused and half-embarrassed, eyes shifting to gaze at the water.]
God I hope so. [They didn't think this through.] Think that's our cue to get out of here and head back? [Of which he makes zero moves to do so. He's still comfy, but hygiene's probably going to win this war. Probably.]
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...but he hears the question and there's a small laugh that's half-amused and half-embarrassed, eyes shifting to gaze at the water.]
God I hope so. [They didn't think this through.] Think that's our cue to get out of here and head back? [Of which he makes zero moves to do so. He's still comfy, but hygiene's probably going to win this war. Probably.]