He'd already been planning on getting up and heading to the living room, but then he caught sight of Dick's face and his stomach did a quivery little flip flop and he lost any qualms he had about relocating. It was weird, the things Dick could make him feel. He wasn't sure if he liked it, despite being absolutely certain that he didn't dislike it, either. Roy could do it, too, but that was only after a couple of days of them being stuck in a safehouse together, play fighting and planning and rubbing against each other's edges until Jason finally relaxed enough to let down his guards.
Dick could do it with a fucking smile. It wasn't fair. Especially since that smile was usually aimed at someone else.
By the time that Wren joined him in the living room, Jay had dragged the two fancy assed coffee table things off to the side. He was in the process of single handedly wrangling the loveseat inwards to make the couch a 'U' shape, but the rug kept getting in the way. In the end, he had Wren manage the rug while he manhandled the loveseat into place, giving two people (himself and Wren, he assumed) the two long sides to sprawl comfortably on while the third (Dick, no doubt) stretched between them.
At least that was the idea. But then he remembered that there were going to be snacks and that everyone needed to be able to reach said snacks, so instead of stopping at the 'U' shape, he gave another strong shove until the front of the loveseat met with the side of the lounge. The result was just a big, cushy platform. It would be tight-ish, but the three of them could manage until all the food was gone and then Jay could shove the loveseat back to give them all more space.
Still, he tucked himself into the corner of the lounge, keeping his too long legs crossed to give Wren as much space as they needed to be comfortable as they finally got the system running and Wren guided him to pulling the movie up. He didn't want to make them uncomfortable. They didn't know him, after all, and he was....
...his body was what it needed to be to do the job he needed to do and he could do everything in his power to make those around him as comfortable as he could.
"Nah, you're standing. Just pull it out, slap some crema on it and bring it over. And maybe a towel so it doesn't burn your couch."
Dick couldn't help the way he laughed when a pretty wash of colour bloomed across Wren's cheeks and they ended up ducking to try and hide it. It was the only thing that stopped him from giving them shit for catching the popcorn with their hand instead of mouth. Everyone knew that you were supposed to catch food with your mouth, not your hand!
This was nice. He even took a few beats to just watch Jason and Wren rearrange his living room, with Jason fussing about with his layout until whatever complicated train of thought he had finally considered everyone and their comforts. That smile softened when Jason and Wren started looking through his streaming services.
He could get used to this.
"Okay, but don't complain if it's not the way you like it," he teased, knowing Jason wouldn't be picky with it. He did as suggested and brought over the tray of nachos and the bowl of popcorn, with a few towels and napkins for them.
Cute that there was a spot for him right in the middle. He plopped down on it unceremoniously and set nachos on one side of him, and popcorn on the other.
"Okay, play the movie. And don't be shy, you two. I can pass the snacks around but just reach across me if you want. You have my permission."
And if the smile on his mouth was flirty at all, it was not his intention. Really.
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Dick could do it with a fucking smile. It wasn't fair. Especially since that smile was usually aimed at someone else.
By the time that Wren joined him in the living room, Jay had dragged the two fancy assed coffee table things off to the side. He was in the process of single handedly wrangling the loveseat inwards to make the couch a 'U' shape, but the rug kept getting in the way. In the end, he had Wren manage the rug while he manhandled the loveseat into place, giving two people (himself and Wren, he assumed) the two long sides to sprawl comfortably on while the third (Dick, no doubt) stretched between them.
At least that was the idea. But then he remembered that there were going to be snacks and that everyone needed to be able to reach said snacks, so instead of stopping at the 'U' shape, he gave another strong shove until the front of the loveseat met with the side of the lounge. The result was just a big, cushy platform. It would be tight-ish, but the three of them could manage until all the food was gone and then Jay could shove the loveseat back to give them all more space.
Still, he tucked himself into the corner of the lounge, keeping his too long legs crossed to give Wren as much space as they needed to be comfortable as they finally got the system running and Wren guided him to pulling the movie up. He didn't want to make them uncomfortable. They didn't know him, after all, and he was....
...his body was what it needed to be to do the job he needed to do and he could do everything in his power to make those around him as comfortable as he could.
"Nah, you're standing. Just pull it out, slap some crema on it and bring it over. And maybe a towel so it doesn't burn your couch."
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This was nice. He even took a few beats to just watch Jason and Wren rearrange his living room, with Jason fussing about with his layout until whatever complicated train of thought he had finally considered everyone and their comforts. That smile softened when Jason and Wren started looking through his streaming services.
He could get used to this.
"Okay, but don't complain if it's not the way you like it," he teased, knowing Jason wouldn't be picky with it. He did as suggested and brought over the tray of nachos and the bowl of popcorn, with a few towels and napkins for them.
Cute that there was a spot for him right in the middle. He plopped down on it unceremoniously and set nachos on one side of him, and popcorn on the other.
"Okay, play the movie. And don't be shy, you two. I can pass the snacks around but just reach across me if you want. You have my permission."
And if the smile on his mouth was flirty at all, it was not his intention. Really.