[ Fitz often misses things, if he's lost in his head or laser-focused on a singular task, but he notices all the shifts that precede Dick edging into his space. The vacant stare, off-centre laugh, and reddened eyes. He waits, then, as he always does, for a cue. Fitz likes to react and reflect, as of late, meeting someone wherever they stand. It works, when he understands that someone (as he does Bobbi, Markus, Vanessa) and fails where people prove unreadable from his vantage point (like Daisy, Matches, Strange). He thinks he understands Dick Grayson, to an extent, identifying the expression as a promising one and watching him with mild interest, not too sharp.
But he doesn't really see where this is going (wonders if he left the window behind him undone or if there's something of use on the desk — ) until Dick's already got his nose in the light fabric of his shirt. Oh. Worry creases his brow (where Dick can't see it, fortunately).
It only takes seconds for him to react, lifting his arms to encircle Dick loosely, one hand raised to brush slow, reassuring circles against his back. He lets himself sink too, firmly perched on the desk and secure in their shared weight. This has always been easier for him: Physical comfort, in place of words. ]
[ after a long moment. ] Hey. [ his chin bumps Dick's head as he tries to shift, light and incidental. ]
[ softly. ] Don't suppose I can put a bandage on this one.
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But he doesn't really see where this is going (wonders if he left the window behind him undone or if there's something of use on the desk — ) until Dick's already got his nose in the light fabric of his shirt. Oh. Worry creases his brow (where Dick can't see it, fortunately).
It only takes seconds for him to react, lifting his arms to encircle Dick loosely, one hand raised to brush slow, reassuring circles against his back. He lets himself sink too, firmly perched on the desk and secure in their shared weight. This has always been easier for him: Physical comfort, in place of words. ]
[ after a long moment. ] Hey. [ his chin bumps Dick's head as he tries to shift, light and incidental. ]
[ softly. ] Don't suppose I can put a bandage on this one.
[ stupid jokes... ]