ᅠ Wally can see the moment when he puts down the front——just a second after his smile fades. 〝 Lying’s a little too serious. I’m jesting. 〞Swallowing his pride —— or at least … half of it,his hand ambles up Wally’s arm,squeezing his shoulder before pulling
ᅠ “ Richard Grayson—are you lying to me? ” Smile gone! he’s dead serious—he knows he’s definitely sick but making this man swallow his pride is what he lived for. And he wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to take care of him.
ᅠ Even with his forehead burning hot and his eyes half lidded,he manages to wack at Wally’s hand——the same one that checked his temperature and smacked his shoulder. 〝 I am fine I just slept terribly.. but it wouldn’t be terrible for you to stay around. I think the 〞
“ you’re right, i do have things to do— like taking care of your idiot ass. you take care of everyone where they are sick— but can’t even take care of yourself! “
playfully smacking his shoulder, shaking his head.
ᅠ In tandem to seriousness——his countenance wavers between the need for company; a saddened look like a puppy abandoned on a rainy day,and a look that braved on like he did for his whole life,the expression he used to carry himself in those years he was expected to be
himself. 〝 That’s all. I just—— I really needed your company. * 𝘠𝘰𝘶. 〞He admits this,missing Wally. There’s moments he can say without beating around the bush——and there’s explicit times where the emptiness without Wally was more apparent than anything else. It’s heavy