[His training with Damian has taught him to count; he can't calculate on the fly, but he can count along to Damain's beats, visualize the rhythm and know where he'll be next, because Damian is always scarily precise.
So he dives through the portal, just like he was told, vaguely remembers himself yelling something to hurry and close the portal down, doesn't even move from the spot where he landed, only rolled up to his feet and turned around to hover nearby, counting, waiting, cursing Damian's name if he didn't show up in the next few seconds--
Damian tumbles in and it's right on time, and of course it's right on time, but a part of him is so frazzled and expecting it to go wrong that he's surprised the man is on time.
Still. The sight is a familiar feeling of relief.]
You OK?!
[Somehow he still manages to make a genuine expression of worry and concern sound so angry.]
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So he dives through the portal, just like he was told, vaguely remembers himself yelling something to hurry and close the portal down, doesn't even move from the spot where he landed, only rolled up to his feet and turned around to hover nearby, counting, waiting, cursing Damian's name if he didn't show up in the next few seconds--
Damian tumbles in and it's right on time, and of course it's right on time, but a part of him is so frazzled and expecting it to go wrong that he's surprised the man is on time.
Still. The sight is a familiar feeling of relief.]
You OK?!
[Somehow he still manages to make a genuine expression of worry and concern sound so angry.]