[Oh. Oh, her head against his chest. It doesn't bother him, exactly; actually, it's kinda nice. Dirk may be awkward, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like physical affection. It's very much the opposite. But he still worries about upsetting her. He still worries about what she wants and needs, and what he can't give.
He doesn't open his eyes, and he doesn't move her away. He holds her close. His heart is steady. A calm, reliable beat.]
Throw me that idea-ball, Ro-Lal.
[Dirk. In most sports, the balls do not stick. This metaphor does not work, and you don't understand sports.]
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He doesn't open his eyes, and he doesn't move her away. He holds her close. His heart is steady. A calm, reliable beat.]
Throw me that idea-ball, Ro-Lal.
[Dirk. In most sports, the balls do not stick. This metaphor does not work, and you don't understand sports.]