[ ETA, five minutes. In and out. Thatās it. Nothing else.
Dickās knuckles rap three quick consecutive times on the wooden door. The sound echoes through the hallway, shaking through his thoughts as fingers still bruised from his last fight tighten around a small box. The kraft wrapping paper is smooth in his hand, carefully covering a case that holds what he refuses to call a gift. The box is long and skinny with a sturdy weight to it. He looks down at it as he waits for an answer at the door. What he holds will either be a huge success or a massive disaster. He pushes his thoughts away from it and looks back at the door.
In and out, he reminds himself. Thatās it. Despite meeting Sizhui for the first time, Dick knows he doesnāt want to be around for longer than simply passing the box off to Sizhui and instructing him to give it to Jason. He doesn't need to stay around for questions or answers, explanations, elaborations.
Sizhui brought Jason back and thatās enough. Sizhui is enough to be around Jason and obviously patient enough to put up with his shit. That should be enough for Dick as well. He has no idea how much Sizhui knows about him and his history with Jason, or whether he knows the details about how Dick fucked up, so isn't it enough that Sizhui texts him at all? Amidst whirring thoughts, Dick checks himselfāhe has no real right to even care.
What's important is that Jasonās out, he knows that, so the timing is perfect. They donāt have to see each other. Thereās nothing to have second thoughts about, no use in second guessing himself. Heās here already. ]
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[ ETA, five minutes. In and out. Thatās it. Nothing else.
Dickās knuckles rap three quick consecutive times on the wooden door. The sound echoes through the hallway, shaking through his thoughts as fingers still bruised from his last fight tighten around a small box. The kraft wrapping paper is smooth in his hand, carefully covering a case that holds what he refuses to call a gift. The box is long and skinny with a sturdy weight to it. He looks down at it as he waits for an answer at the door. What he holds will either be a huge success or a massive disaster. He pushes his thoughts away from it and looks back at the door.
In and out, he reminds himself. Thatās it. Despite meeting Sizhui for the first time, Dick knows he doesnāt want to be around for longer than simply passing the box off to Sizhui and instructing him to give it to Jason. He doesn't need to stay around for questions or answers, explanations, elaborations.
Sizhui brought Jason back and thatās enough. Sizhui is enough to be around Jason and obviously patient enough to put up with his shit. That should be enough for Dick as well. He has no idea how much Sizhui knows about him and his history with Jason, or whether he knows the details about how Dick fucked up, so isn't it enough that Sizhui texts him at all? Amidst whirring thoughts, Dick checks himselfāhe has no real right to even care.
What's important is that Jasonās out, he knows that, so the timing is perfect. They donāt have to see each other. Thereās nothing to have second thoughts about, no use in second guessing himself. Heās here already. ]