( he glances up from the menu at that first question but, in typical bruce fashion, doesn't answer it. the second question, however, he mulls over for a bit — picking something to order finally and reaches for his phone. )
The usual.
( he feels it's hardly surprising for an answer, the soft clicks from his phone filling the silence between them as he places his order — inputs the proper payment method. )
You've been busy.
( it's not a question. more a fact. because bruce tends to just... know things, a lot of the time. chalk it up to his being a detective and all, or the fact that he tends to keep tabs on people. especially those close to him. even if they might not always be aware of it. )
[It's hardly an answer, but Dick didn't expect anything else. He takes a sip from his drink, leaning back in the overly large and yet hardly comfortable chair. Things like this were made to look at and not spend time in. At least that's always what he thought. That's why he never bought himself anything that looked like it, ever.
There's a sound that escapes him at Bruce's observation. Yes, he's been busy. What else is there to do, but keep his time occupied. He's left town, returned, left, come back again and lately he's been fighting crime the way he knows how. Lord knows there's plenty in Gotham for the both of them.
Tapping at the glass with a ring on his finger, he nods at Bruce.]
Like either of us would ever let moss grow under us.
( there's the ever-so-faint touch of a smile there on bruce's lips. fleeting. just barely there to show his amusement at dick's words because. no. he's not wrong. )
Only if we're dead.
( only then would moss grow both under and over them.
with his order placed, he sets his phone down, regarding dick a little more fully then. blue eyes always holding some amount of distance within them, yet not as cold or vacant as they can be with others. )
Food should be here soon. It'll fill in the awkward silences between us.
[Letting out a long breath, Dick tries to let himself settle into some sort of a comfortable feeling. This is the person he's been missing. The hollowed out cheeks and tired, yet piercing eyes that can read a person whether that person realizes he's doing it or not. Bruce is a lot of things to Dick and there are so many feelings attached to that.
He's been working on the resentment and pain, so now it's hollowed out and he's left with a lot of things he's not even sure how to begin to process. ]
Let's hope that doesn't happen to either of us any time soon. Despite popular opinion, I do care about you a great deal and it would really suck if we died.
[He laughs softly and finishes off his drink. It feels warm filling his stomach and the rush to his brain is enough to relax him further into his setting. ]
We don't need food to speak for us. We can talk you know. I came because I missed your company Bruce. I know I left to find out who I was on my own, but I haven't figured that out yet.
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The usual.
( he feels it's hardly surprising for an answer, the soft clicks from his phone filling the silence between them as he places his order — inputs the proper payment method. )
You've been busy.
( it's not a question. more a fact. because bruce tends to just... know things, a lot of the time. chalk it up to his being a detective and all, or the fact that he tends to keep tabs on people. especially those close to him. even if they might not always be aware of it. )
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There's a sound that escapes him at Bruce's observation. Yes, he's been busy. What else is there to do, but keep his time occupied. He's left town, returned, left, come back again and lately he's been fighting crime the way he knows how. Lord knows there's plenty in Gotham for the both of them.
Tapping at the glass with a ring on his finger, he nods at Bruce.]
Like either of us would ever let moss grow under us.
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Only if we're dead.
( only then would moss grow both under and over them.
with his order placed, he sets his phone down, regarding dick a little more fully then. blue eyes always holding some amount of distance within them, yet not as cold or vacant as they can be with others. )
Food should be here soon. It'll fill in the awkward silences between us.
( what with their being busy eating and all. )
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He's been working on the resentment and pain, so now it's hollowed out and he's left with a lot of things he's not even sure how to begin to process. ]
Let's hope that doesn't happen to either of us any time soon. Despite popular opinion, I do care about you a great deal and it would really suck if we died.
[He laughs softly and finishes off his drink. It feels warm filling his stomach and the rush to his brain is enough to relax him further into his setting. ]
We don't need food to speak for us. We can talk you know. I came because I missed your company Bruce. I know I left to find out who I was on my own, but I haven't figured that out yet.