[It's not precisely aggressive, even if it's nowhere near as intimate a gesture as the last time she'd reached out to him. She moves more decisively, and she connects this time. He stills, spine straight. His fingers twitch closed. But that's about all the jerking away he does. He doesn't even look up from the table to face her, for a while. He snorts inelegantly when she apologizes.]
Well, what are friends for.
[This comes out less cutting and more sullen than he'd like. He's feeling a little handled after that remark, which rankles in a more direct way. He can guess at why she's concerned about things going off book. Logically, he's ruffled, but not actually unreasonable enough to hold the wrong person culpable for things that haven't actually happened in this particular universe. It's not even going to go down the way she says it will, because he's still going back to Gotham to finish what he started whenever he figures out how to get ALASTAIR to pony up the temporal cab fare. (According to her, she had years to change his mind. He couldn't start to guess how.) It does throw some things into sharp relief. Stands some reexamining.
Since he's not going anywhere for the moment, he clamps himself back down to apparent ease. Like he's not at all concerned that she could break that wrist with a twitch if she wanted to. He's armed, sure. He's bigger than her. She's bulletproof. Facing off against a meta isn't automatically a lost cause, but it does, usually, require a lot more precision. Step one was probably not letting her get this close in the first place. (But then, that's probably what got them into this mess in the first place.)]
I suppose it probably counts as a conflict of interest if I wish you luck.
[On finding him. The other him. He does have one question left in the bargain, but he doesn't use it to ask what she's going to do if she manages it. (Pushing back to see if she'll chase him through it comes easy. He so expects it not to happen that he has no idea what to do with it when she does except push harder until he's proven right. But that's not really his problem, is it?)]
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Well, what are friends for.
[This comes out less cutting and more sullen than he'd like. He's feeling a little handled after that remark, which rankles in a more direct way. He can guess at why she's concerned about things going off book. Logically, he's ruffled, but not actually unreasonable enough to hold the wrong person culpable for things that haven't actually happened in this particular universe. It's not even going to go down the way she says it will, because he's still going back to Gotham to finish what he started whenever he figures out how to get ALASTAIR to pony up the temporal cab fare. (According to her, she had years to change his mind. He couldn't start to guess how.) It does throw some things into sharp relief. Stands some reexamining.
Since he's not going anywhere for the moment, he clamps himself back down to apparent ease. Like he's not at all concerned that she could break that wrist with a twitch if she wanted to. He's armed, sure. He's bigger than her. She's bulletproof. Facing off against a meta isn't automatically a lost cause, but it does, usually, require a lot more precision. Step one was probably not letting her get this close in the first place. (But then, that's probably what got them into this mess in the first place.)]
I suppose it probably counts as a conflict of interest if I wish you luck.
[On finding him. The other him. He does have one question left in the bargain, but he doesn't use it to ask what she's going to do if she manages it. (Pushing back to see if she'll chase him through it comes easy. He so expects it not to happen that he has no idea what to do with it when she does except push harder until he's proven right. But that's not really his problem, is it?)]