He hates that it has to be so complicated. Why can't he just march in there, slap his heart down on the table, and get a definite answer to the big questions?
...wait, why can't he just do that? It would make things so much simpler. They could move on to other things that humans seemed to consider important on the relationship front, too. What was required, what was useless pomp and circumstance, what they could muddle through with both of their respective experience and expectations.
Wayne only hesitates for a second with his hand on the door handle the instant he's given the go-ahead. It opens just enough to admit him then closes again as if he's trying not to disturb the quiet, posture more squared up and braced than he might have normal been.
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...wait, why can't he just do that? It would make things so much simpler. They could move on to other things that humans seemed to consider important on the relationship front, too. What was required, what was useless pomp and circumstance, what they could muddle through with both of their respective experience and expectations.
Wayne only hesitates for a second with his hand on the door handle the instant he's given the go-ahead. It opens just enough to admit him then closes again as if he's trying not to disturb the quiet, posture more squared up and braced than he might have normal been.
"......Hey."