( he's minutely proud of his development here, because he managed to both sit very close to mako and give him a little kiss, which he thinks would've otherwise gotten him a face full of fire bombs at any moment prior. but. he's quick to pout after mako makes his confusion known, head tilted to the side, windswept bangs falling into his eyes, which he swiftly rights with a hand sifted through his hair. )

I've answered that already. I like you. You want another answer, is that it? Let's see ...

( there's an evident truth, poised delicately on the tip of his tongue like dick grayson before any of his daring leaps of faith off building ledges. he hesitates to bring it up. it's not - weakness, exactly, but it is an extended hand, an offer that would ... hurt, frankly, if mako were to deny or ignore it. it wouldn't be entirely his fault, to be honest. dick isn't used to the sensation of welcoming people in, all too frequent a friend of misguiding conversations away from the serious, ducking and diving under playful language when the going gets too tough.

he kind of says a mental fuck it to all that, though, and shrugs his shoulders. )

I don't have a lot of people I'm close to, really. I guess I kind of clung to you.