[ His mouth quirks up, a wry little smirk that says he gets it, sure. He ruffles Damian's hair once before he lets him go, suddenly a little embarrassed. Suddenly aware he's stepping on territory someone else fills for this boy. Territory Damian might rather he stay away from. ]
No thanks to pint-sized me. [ Tossed over his shoulder, as he's heading to a beat-up looking crate he'd shoved haphazardly under the work bench. ]
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No thanks to pint-sized me. [ Tossed over his shoulder, as he's heading to a beat-up looking crate he'd shoved haphazardly under the work bench. ]