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	Dick Grayson
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[ikols]

Did mini-you actually throw out your stuff?

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[fingerstripes]

Nah. Guess I thought razing the place to the ground was punishment enough.

[ Dick's at home, and there's some probably familiar chaos strewn around behind him.

But he's fine, everything is fine. He runs a hand through his uncombed hair, and because it's Loki a little of the facade slips there. ]

...You helped a lot.

[ikols]

I like your stuff too, wasn't going to let it get tossed. Those are some seriously retro shirts.

[ Yeah, because that's all Loki did or thought about. ]

[fingerstripes]

My acid wash button-downs appreciate the thought. [ Does he actually own such an affront to good taste or is he deflecting with humor, the world may never know.

Because the truth is Loki had gone far above and beyond whatever hope he'd had for rescue from a contingency like this one. Dropped everything when he'd called despite being in the middle of a serious crisis of his own. He'd seen him safe, fed, and protected. He'd done that despite realizing, probably, that Dick is no one like who he'd said he was.

He doesn't know how to look that in the face and lie. He doesn't want to, even if Loki would let him. His tense hand drops. ]

Man. It's been... a day, but I was gonna check in as soon as-

[ Well.

But his focus shifts there, turning outward at once. He isn't the only one who'd needed help. Dick had not been able to return the favor. ]

Hey, are you alright? How's your magic now?

[ikols]

What's one more existential crisis, right? I'm peachy.

[ Brushing over his own stress levels with more smoothness than Dick manages, Loki continues to watch him steadily with assessing green eyes. ]

It's good to see you back to yourself. You were a cute kid, though.

[fingerstripes]

Too bad you ddn't catch me at my runaway phase. [ Not so cute then, he's sure.

But it's enough to crack the lid on a little self-effacing amusement. He doesn't shy away from Loki's gaze; blue eyes steady. ]

I'm lucky as hell I caught you.

[ikols]

[ Loki's snort is soft as he smiles at Dick's humour, his gaze dropping when the insistent blue staring him down becomes too sincere to bear. It's nice to be appreciated, that's more than enough. ]

So-ooo ... Did the little hellion mess up any other part of your life? Block all your bootycallers?

[fingerstripes]

Well, he racked up about a dozen complaints for breaking and entering. Oh, and he wrecked my bike.

[ Which is honestly the part that's hardest to face up to now, as trivial as it is. Pouring money and time into a project like that was a different thing when you had three trust funds to work with and a billionaire father. ]

Let's just say Officer Grayson's gonna have a fun week at the station. [ That at least he can say with good humor. ]

[ikols]

[ Loki will have to buy Dick a motorbike, then. Simple as. And when it turns up at his job with a horned smiley face, he hopes he won't refuse it. ]

You could always slack off and eat pizza with me in front of a movie. That's a viable option.

[fingerstripes]

[ He will quietly die on the inside and then secretly treasure it all the more because it came from Loki tbh. ]

And postpone some well-earned fallout for a few hours? [ His grin is a little like the sun coming up. ]

...Yeah. Let's do that. You want to hang out? The place is a mess, but-

[ But he owes Loki food at the very least, and he actually does want to see him now more than he wants to preserve the illusion this wasn't unsettling as hell. ]

[ikols]

It's not that bad.

[ Teleporting without warning, suddenly simply there in the middle of Dick's apartment as he closes the call on his phone, Loki smiles over at him after a cursory glance around. ]

'Sup.

[fingerstripes]

Never gets old.

[ Dick is still beaming when he appears, and whatever Loki he's giving you a hug, past a blink-and-you'll-miss-it flicker of hesitation. ]

[ikols]

[ The tension seeps out of his body once it's apparent he's getting hugged, not hit, something he still has to get used to after a few lifetimes of the latter being more of a constant when people lurched his way, and cool hands slide up Dick's sides to pat him on the back as a result. He runs a couple of degrees cooler than the warm body in his arms. ]

Never knew the offer of pizza had such a strong effect on you.

[ Huffing a soft laugh. Yes, deflection, his second favourite tool next to misdirection. ]

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick holds onto him tight for a second longer, because. Well. Just because. Then he lets him go, all trace of genuine emotion tucked away just in time. ]

I love my anchovies. [ Deflection is a go. ]

I'm buying this time. You've done enough for one week, alright?

[ikols]

[ A jellified arm waves its hand when the pressure lifts, a tingle left in Dick's wake. ]

Sure, sure. Feed me like one of your French girls, Jack!

[ Making his way over to the couch, which he may start rearranging according to his preferred comfort levels. Dick probably didn't have that many cushions to start off with, but ah well. ]

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick doesn't miss that for a second, but he doesn't take it personally as he orders the pizza one-handed, thoughtfully asking for anchovies on only half as he shifts boxes around. And once the phone is hung up: ]

So I might've done myself a favor with the boxes, at least. Been thinking about going out-patient. [ Haha, he's hilarious.

He sags down onto the sofa beside Loki at last, a little loose-limbed with uncharacteristic tiredness. ]

My kid brothers are in town now.

[ikols]

[ A snort answers the joke with Loki sitting at an incline to better face Dick when he mentions brothers, hooking an arm on the back of the couch. ]

And have they been running you ragged? You make them sound like a small army.

[fingerstripes]

More the other way around. [ He admits, which he's ashamed of in a way he can't put into words, so instead he tucks it under a self-deprecating little laugh. ]

But that's kind of why I feel like it's time? They need someone they can count on.

[ And that hadn't been him, for a few weeks there. ]

[ikols]

That's noble, it will also drive them crazy. Good big-brothering technique.

[ Browsing the TV for movies, he glances back to Dick. ]

So, who are they?

[fingerstripes]

[ Dick gives him a bit of a look, but probably he's right, and anyways it's not as if Dick isn't still pretty new at this. He'd be behind the curve even if he hadn't put them through through the wringer these past few weeks.. ]

Tim's is the one I knew from home. He was a kid when I left. [ A little wistfully, which he can't help. Tim isn't a kid now. ]

Damian's, uh- something else.

Reminds me of me at that age. [ Small and angry and desperately needy. ]

[ikols]

I know Tim. Tim Drake-Wayne, yes? He works in R&D as Tony Stark's aide.

[ He spreads his hands. ]

Small world.

[fingerstripes]

Yeah, he does. [ His smile goes pleased and a little soft. He adores Tim. ]

Thought you two might get along.