[ The act of Skye bringing her hands up to her eyes has Wally turning his head away from her to look off in the distance. Partly to give her what little feeling of privacy he can while staying by her side, partly because he doesn't want her to see the emotion that flickers across his own face.
Everything she had rattled off in response to him prompting her to list the things she loves strikes a chord with him. He could easily see himself mentioning the same exact things if their positions were reversed.
The sense of belonging is something he has yearned for ever since he escaped the Speed Force back home to find out he was nothing more than a forgotten memory thanks to the villain Abra Kadabra having erased his existence from the minds of everyone in the world. He struggled mightily to fit into a place that had easily moved on without him.
The only real and certain thing in his life during that time was his friends on the Titans. The team and their friendship provided him with a feeling of purpose that was otherwise missing, but even that was taken away in the end as the Titans were forced to disband. Despite everything, he would freely admit how much he loves them to anyone who would listen.
He eventually blows out a heavy breath, pushing whatever sentimental thoughts that are rolling around his head out with it, and turns to look at her with a reassuring smile that can only be described as genuine. There will be no judgment here whether she has managed to compose herself or not. ]
I love those things, too. Well, not your team specifically. I mean, I don't actually know them. But I'm sure they're great. [ a beat before: ] What I'm trying to say is that I get it. At least as much as anyone can get it.
[ The pace in which the leaves are falling off the trees has slowed and he has noticed the energy building up underneath the soil below them has begun to ebb a little. It may be a little premature to say, but it looks like he can score another point for Barry's teachings if he can continue to keep her relaxed and focused. ]
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Everything she had rattled off in response to him prompting her to list the things she loves strikes a chord with him. He could easily see himself mentioning the same exact things if their positions were reversed.
The sense of belonging is something he has yearned for ever since he escaped the Speed Force back home to find out he was nothing more than a forgotten memory thanks to the villain Abra Kadabra having erased his existence from the minds of everyone in the world. He struggled mightily to fit into a place that had easily moved on without him.
The only real and certain thing in his life during that time was his friends on the Titans. The team and their friendship provided him with a feeling of purpose that was otherwise missing, but even that was taken away in the end as the Titans were forced to disband. Despite everything, he would freely admit how much he loves them to anyone who would listen.
He eventually blows out a heavy breath, pushing whatever sentimental thoughts that are rolling around his head out with it, and turns to look at her with a reassuring smile that can only be described as genuine. There will be no judgment here whether she has managed to compose herself or not. ]
I love those things, too. Well, not your team specifically. I mean, I don't actually know them. But I'm sure they're great. [ a beat before: ] What I'm trying to say is that I get it. At least as much as anyone can get it.
[ The pace in which the leaves are falling off the trees has slowed and he has noticed the energy building up underneath the soil below them has begun to ebb a little. It may be a little premature to say, but it looks like he can score another point for Barry's teachings if he can continue to keep her relaxed and focused. ]