"Okay, I won't say that." Amusement colored the redhead's tone. He didn't quite get the whole Rom thing or just how much superstition might play into Dick's everyday life.
Piper felt the need to touch Dick again when the young man admitted soulfully that he wanted to know who he was. The urge to reassure the dark-haired man was overpowering so Piper reached out to squeeze his shoulder again. "Hey, we're batting a thousand here, Dick. You're doing great. You remember your name, we have a good lead on where to go next."
He patiently waited for Dick to finish gathering his things from the car and even grabbed the backpack and other contents from the trunk for the younger man. It was amusing to watch Dick all but bounce back to him excited as a puppy. In some ways, he reminded him of Trickster before he'd gone straight and reformed.
But when Dick made that jest about him leading on much like the Pied Piper of legend, a dismayed look flashed across Hartley's face. He paled somewhat in dread and the realization that he needed to tell Dick about his checked past and soon. Otherwise it was probably going to explode in his face later. He just wanted to cling to the belief that for Dick, he could just be Hartley Rathaway, not the Pied Piper, not a reformed Rogue who was met with suspicion from most everyone because of the things he'd done in his youth.
"Alright, let's go." He managed to mask that dismay quickly enough and pasted on a smile for Dick's sake.
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Piper felt the need to touch Dick again when the young man admitted soulfully that he wanted to know who he was. The urge to reassure the dark-haired man was overpowering so Piper reached out to squeeze his shoulder again. "Hey, we're batting a thousand here, Dick. You're doing great. You remember your name, we have a good lead on where to go next."
He patiently waited for Dick to finish gathering his things from the car and even grabbed the backpack and other contents from the trunk for the younger man. It was amusing to watch Dick all but bounce back to him excited as a puppy. In some ways, he reminded him of Trickster before he'd gone straight and reformed.
But when Dick made that jest about him leading on much like the Pied Piper of legend, a dismayed look flashed across Hartley's face. He paled somewhat in dread and the realization that he needed to tell Dick about his checked past and soon. Otherwise it was probably going to explode in his face later. He just wanted to cling to the belief that for Dick, he could just be Hartley Rathaway, not the Pied Piper, not a reformed Rogue who was met with suspicion from most everyone because of the things he'd done in his youth.
"Alright, let's go." He managed to mask that dismay quickly enough and pasted on a smile for Dick's sake.