[ Barbara narrows her eyes at the screen as though Dick's face could be right there in the middle of it to see her scrutinous rebellion as her first reaction to being told to breathe. But her lips press, holding her first words back. And then. A second held, she lets her shoulders and head fall back against the chair.
(But that's part of why he was second, right? The complicated network of both directions.)
There's more frown than resignation in the response, but there's more of the second than she wants to give a name to. ]
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(But that's part of why he was second, right?
The complicated network of both directions.)
There's more frown than resignation in the response,
but there's more of the second than she wants
to give a name to. ]
We figure it out as it comes, hm?