[Don't worry, he's got a few options. Even assuming the infinitely spawning ALASTAIR uniform engine doesn't apply here. He'd be less shirtless if it wasn't mostly way too warm to dress in layers out here. That settled, he goes about cutting a couple notches in the thing so he can tear it into wide strips while Ramir sits herself down a little closer to shore. The bloodstained bit at the neck gets pocketed for scrap before he stows his knife again.
He's in the process of dropping down in front of her in the surf when she thanks him, and he stops to raise his eyes back to her. There's an odd break of awkwardness when the flippancy goes out of the conversation. Like he's got an easy response for everything but earnestness. Still, after a beat—]
Sure.
[He can try telling himself it's not because he gives a damn. That he's not falling back into old habits. Definitely not doing anything because of anything Batman would or wouldn't do. It's not even really because he's got an angle on her, anymore. (Not entirely, anyway.) It's been a while since he'd spent so much time around the same bunch of people without the caveat of them being professional dirtbags, or without a very particular endgame in mind. He's a little rusty at sincerity.
He gestures for her to lift one of her feet out of the water so he can get on wrapping it up. Don't look if you're gonna get queasy on him.]
Keep some tabs on being breakable til this clears up. I have a feeling you'll run out of feet before I run out of shirts.
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He's in the process of dropping down in front of her in the surf when she thanks him, and he stops to raise his eyes back to her. There's an odd break of awkwardness when the flippancy goes out of the conversation. Like he's got an easy response for everything but earnestness. Still, after a beat—]
Sure.
[He can try telling himself it's not because he gives a damn. That he's not falling back into old habits. Definitely not doing anything because of anything Batman would or wouldn't do. It's not even really because he's got an angle on her, anymore. (Not entirely, anyway.) It's been a while since he'd spent so much time around the same bunch of people without the caveat of them being professional dirtbags, or without a very particular endgame in mind. He's a little rusty at sincerity.
He gestures for her to lift one of her feet out of the water so he can get on wrapping it up. Don't look if you're gonna get queasy on him.]
Keep some tabs on being breakable til this clears up. I have a feeling you'll run out of feet before I run out of shirts.
[No point in avoiding the elephant in the room.]