[ A half beat stretches between them, holding something that he can't quite place a finger on. There's a tone to Sizhui's voice, quiet and shaky and intimate, along with the admission and reminder that Dick is the only other person he knows. Right. That’s something easily forgotten. Dick thinks he picks up on a dep exhale that makes him press the phone a little closer to his ear. ]
Seems like it. [ If the single time he's seen Jason and Sizhui interact is anything to judge by, Sizhui has more of a hold on Jason than anyone else does--at least, surely, more than he does. ] He listens to you, doesn’t he? He never listens to me. [ It’s not a whine or a complaint, just stated simply and plainly like a fact. ] What’s your secret?
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Seems like it. [ If the single time he's seen Jason and Sizhui interact is anything to judge by, Sizhui has more of a hold on Jason than anyone else does--at least, surely, more than he does. ] He listens to you, doesn’t he? He never listens to me. [ It’s not a whine or a complaint, just stated simply and plainly like a fact. ] What’s your secret?