Dick, look, um. [Wally closes the oven and leans back against the counter.
...he sighs. Rubs the back of his neck. Half-sits on the counter and crosses his ankles.] I've...noticed some stuff. And it's not like it's uncool or a problem, but like- I don't even know if you know you're doing it, and it's kind of...I mean.
You know you've been, like...buying all the snacks I like, and whenever you come see me in my room you bring me food and now this cake thing. It kind of- I'm not saying you're doing it on purpose or at all, but it sorta feels like you're trying to...I dunno. Keep me happy.
Or keep me around. [Like a bribe. Or some kind of gift, or some attempt to keep Wally happy and placated enough to, he doesn't even know, not leave or something.] You know you don't have to do that stuff. Right?
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Dick, look, um. [Wally closes the oven and leans back against the counter.
...he sighs. Rubs the back of his neck. Half-sits on the counter and crosses his ankles.] I've...noticed some stuff. And it's not like it's uncool or a problem, but like- I don't even know if you know you're doing it, and it's kind of...I mean.
You know you've been, like...buying all the snacks I like, and whenever you come see me in my room you bring me food and now this cake thing. It kind of- I'm not saying you're doing it on purpose or at all, but it sorta feels like you're trying to...I dunno. Keep me happy.
Or keep me around. [Like a bribe. Or some kind of gift, or some attempt to keep Wally happy and placated enough to, he doesn't even know, not leave or something.] You know you don't have to do that stuff. Right?