[ He's expressionless at Hana's offer, but clearly still contemplative. Like her, he doesn't really look back at her, adrift in thought of something else. Someone else. Of course he sees Hana right in front of him, and of course he's aware of the situation at hand. It's just that Dick is currently a man divided - and his other half is somewhere very far from this room.
Whether it's about work, about his lost love, or about some other pressing matter... Hana won't be able to tell.
But she won't need to. ]
If you want, Hana.
[ Is it insulting that he reaches to cup her cheek, admiring the warmth of her flushed face? Would it hurt more if it were genuine, suppressed affection - or would it hurt more if it was a petty attempt to make something that wasn't there more real? ]
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Whether it's about work, about his lost love, or about some other pressing matter... Hana won't be able to tell.
But she won't need to. ]
If you want, Hana.
[ Is it insulting that he reaches to cup her cheek, admiring the warmth of her flushed face? Would it hurt more if it were genuine, suppressed affection - or would it hurt more if it was a petty attempt to make something that wasn't there more real? ]
Help yourself.