[It's that that startles a laugh out of Wally, a wet, sticky thing that doesn't quite leave his throat properly.]
You sound like my mom.
[Wally pulls back, the tears short-lived; either because hearing something so quintessentially Jaime comforted him or because the fact that his life is just so god damn ludicrous struck him abruptly when he heard his best friend's voice and thought of his mom.
His face is definitely still wet and Wally is scrubbing at it in annoyance, but he's at least not shaking like he's on the verge of a breakdown anymore, half-stepped out of Jaime's embrace with just a hand on his shoulder as he presses the sleeve of his shirt against his eyes to sop up the tears.] God. I can't believe this. I can't believe you had years away from my powerful influence and you're still the same dork.
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You sound like my mom.
[Wally pulls back, the tears short-lived; either because hearing something so quintessentially Jaime comforted him or because the fact that his life is just so god damn ludicrous struck him abruptly when he heard his best friend's voice and thought of his mom.
His face is definitely still wet and Wally is scrubbing at it in annoyance, but he's at least not shaking like he's on the verge of a breakdown anymore, half-stepped out of Jaime's embrace with just a hand on his shoulder as he presses the sleeve of his shirt against his eyes to sop up the tears.] God. I can't believe this. I can't believe you had years away from my powerful influence and you're still the same dork.