Ah. Right back to business.

( it's a soft thing, feigned disappointment, although dick really couldn't be unhappy if he tried. mako kissed him! he feels the same way he felt when he first stuck a landing without the guide of airbending, and his mother and father both called him robin for how he flew. his stomach feels done up in the same number of excited, exhilarated knots, all tangled like vines going down his throat. he can't seem to wipe the smug look off his face, endlessly pleased, even with the distance now between them. dick won't see it last. he shrugs his shoulder, free hand moving up to cup mako's cheek. )

You don't sound like you're willing to compromise. ( mako is taller than him, but dick is thicker in every aspect. he cranes into him, foreheads almost touching, keeping mako situated beside him. ) You want something? Give something up. That's how this works.

( really, he just wants to take mako out on a date - date date, gross rundown buildings aside. still, he'll hear out whatever dumb offering mako has, and quietly correct his thought process later. )