Wren did not blush subtly nor gracefully, something they constantly lamented. Especially in situations like these. They ducked their head a bit, as if they could use their height and bangs to hide their face from view, arms crossed in front of them as they felt the heat rise to their cheeks.
"I wasn't fishing for a compliment," they said first, because that was obviously the most important thing. "Besides - if you met him you'd know I was the lucky one."
His brow raised with both amusement and questioning. So interesting, the way Wren defended themselves first and foremost. So cute, too, that bashfulness, the blush, that was quickly covered up.
Where to begin talking about Jason? What of his many virtues to bring up first? It was being spoiled for choice, really, and Wren let out an exhale almost like a laugh, unable to hold back a smile at the thought.
"He's patient. Careful. So careful - really one of those 'a cruel world just made you kinder'. Like, he'll push if you let him know you need it, but he doesn't assume," they say first, recalling how cautious Jason had been when they were first feeling out the possibility of a relationship - of before that, when he was certain Wren had a crush and was trying to figure out who it was. "Mind, he's not the best at admitting when he needs help. Not just smart but clever too. Witty. An absolute romantic sap. Great cook. Generous. He's always thinking of how he can help someone, just to help. Also, he's really really hot."
It felt like they'd only scratched the surface when it came to what made Jason so great.
He wasn't prepared for how thoughtful or how delicate the words that came out of Wren's mouth would be. It made him pause, a warmth filling his eyes as his smile widened when Wren smiled. He knew that look. That giddy, butterflies-in-stomach look. He loved to see it.
"That's one of the best feelings in the world." He sounded great, whoever this boyfriend of Wren's was, though Dick had his own thoughts about rose-coloured glasses. However, he wasn't about to burst their bubble with zero evidence of anything contrary. In fact, their boyfriend sounded like a number of people he knew. Those who were strong on the outside, soft on the inside types, those who went through hell and back only to channel their experiences toward helping other people.
His favourite people were a lot like that, in fact. The cooking and hotness sounded like good bonuses, too.
"I'm glad you're letting yourself feel it. Whatever you wanna call it. I know that part's not always easy." That Wren said that it was a miracle tipped him off to that much. Then, he asked a question he had a feeling would be hard for Wren to answer.
It wasn't easy, letting themself open up, letting themself face the potential of that hurt again. Jason had been patient and understanding though. Jason spoke to them often, touched base regularly, made sure Wren's past worries weren't coming up to haunt them.
"A menace who drinks too much coffee?" They suggested first, glancing up at Dick with a wry smile before looking back down again, scuffing the toe of their sneaker against the floor. "... dunno. Probably a lot of what you said, I suppose. He also likes to gush. But also a menace who drinks too much coffee."
Wren was so bashful, and Dick's smile only widened as they became the image of a blushing schoolgirl crush. He knew, of course, that it was more than that, but he couldn't help the endeared laugh anyway.
"I can see that with you. I might take that one. Menace who drinks too much coffee," he teased.
He held out two swatches up to his own face, drawing their attention to him. Two shades of blue. One brighter, one darker.
"Alright, what do you think? Which one suits me better?" Dick cared very little about what he wore and mostly left things to Stu, but Wren was right here, so it was really just a practicality thing. That was all.
Definitely just a practicality thing. Wren looked up at Dick, raised eyebrow, thoughtful as they looked between him and both of the color options, and eventually reached up to take both of them- one in each hand.
"Well... depends on how much you want to stand out," Wren said finally, holing up the darker one next to Dick's cheek.
"Dark blues are classical, they look good on a lot of people, and I'm guessing you too. Assuming this is for a suit. The brighter one though-" their turn to hold that one up instead, the fabric and their fingertips just barely touching Dick's cheek. Wren did their best to force their blush to stay down, to meet his eyes. Nothing to be bashful over. Just asking the opinion of the closest person, clearly. "-- more daring. Bright colors are flashier, probably don't suit a detective. ... but I think it'd still look good on you. And I like brighter blues."
He wasn't completely unaffected by how close Wren was, with their fingertips brushing up against his cheek, those brilliant blues regarding him closely. Yes, he just wanted the opinion of the nearest person.
Wren said a whole bunch of nothing, until they actually gave their opinion.
"So, the brighter blue, then?" He didn't pull away, and instead, just stood there letting Wren look at him. He wasn't going just as a detective.
"It depends on what you want to be seen as," Wren said, voice soft, because they hardly needed to shout standing this close. That was definitely the only reason.
Though, maybe not everyone was always running the numbers on what other people must see them as. Probanly not everyone else was doing that, especially not people who didn't have to worry about a secret identity.
If he were flirting, Dick would have answered with something overt. Something like I don’t care how everyone else sees me. Just you. But he wasn’t flirting, because Wren was committed to someone else and he wasn’t really looking for anything anyway, and there was no point of getting entangled in something messy.
So he just smiled, his voice also low and quiet as he nodded.
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"I wasn't fishing for a compliment," they said first, because that was obviously the most important thing. "Besides - if you met him you'd know I was the lucky one."
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"Okay. Why?" An inquisitive tip of his head.
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"He's patient. Careful. So careful - really one of those 'a cruel world just made you kinder'. Like, he'll push if you let him know you need it, but he doesn't assume," they say first, recalling how cautious Jason had been when they were first feeling out the possibility of a relationship - of before that, when he was certain Wren had a crush and was trying to figure out who it was. "Mind, he's not the best at admitting when he needs help. Not just smart but clever too. Witty. An absolute romantic sap. Great cook. Generous. He's always thinking of how he can help someone, just to help. Also, he's really really hot."
It felt like they'd only scratched the surface when it came to what made Jason so great.
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"That's one of the best feelings in the world." He sounded great, whoever this boyfriend of Wren's was, though Dick had his own thoughts about rose-coloured glasses. However, he wasn't about to burst their bubble with zero evidence of anything contrary. In fact, their boyfriend sounded like a number of people he knew. Those who were strong on the outside, soft on the inside types, those who went through hell and back only to channel their experiences toward helping other people.
His favourite people were a lot like that, in fact. The cooking and hotness sounded like good bonuses, too.
"I'm glad you're letting yourself feel it. Whatever you wanna call it. I know that part's not always easy." That Wren said that it was a miracle tipped him off to that much. Then, he asked a question he had a feeling would be hard for Wren to answer.
"What do you think he'd say about you?"
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"A menace who drinks too much coffee?" They suggested first, glancing up at Dick with a wry smile before looking back down again, scuffing the toe of their sneaker against the floor. "... dunno. Probably a lot of what you said, I suppose. He also likes to gush. But also a menace who drinks too much coffee."
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"I can see that with you. I might take that one. Menace who drinks too much coffee," he teased.
He held out two swatches up to his own face, drawing their attention to him. Two shades of blue. One brighter, one darker.
"Alright, what do you think? Which one suits me better?" Dick cared very little about what he wore and mostly left things to Stu, but Wren was right here, so it was really just a practicality thing. That was all.
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"Well... depends on how much you want to stand out," Wren said finally, holing up the darker one next to Dick's cheek.
"Dark blues are classical, they look good on a lot of people, and I'm guessing you too. Assuming this is for a suit. The brighter one though-" their turn to hold that one up instead, the fabric and their fingertips just barely touching Dick's cheek. Wren did their best to force their blush to stay down, to meet his eyes. Nothing to be bashful over. Just asking the opinion of the closest person, clearly. "-- more daring. Bright colors are flashier, probably don't suit a detective. ... but I think it'd still look good on you. And I like brighter blues."
So. Dick's choice.
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He wasn't completely unaffected by how close Wren was, with their fingertips brushing up against his cheek, those brilliant blues regarding him closely. Yes, he just wanted the opinion of the nearest person.
Wren said a whole bunch of nothing, until they actually gave their opinion.
"So, the brighter blue, then?" He didn't pull away, and instead, just stood there letting Wren look at him. He wasn't going just as a detective.
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Wow, they were giving you options, Dick."It depends on what you want to be seen as," Wren said, voice soft, because they hardly needed to shout standing this close. That was definitely the only reason.
Though, maybe not everyone was always running the numbers on what other people must see them as. Probanly not everyone else was doing that, especially not people who didn't have to worry about a secret identity.
"But yeah, I like the brighter one better."
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So he just smiled, his voice also low and quiet as he nodded.
“Then that’s the one I like, too.”
Was that still flirty?