[He made to quickly follow Damian once more, his footsteps light and delicate even with the addition of the boots on the his feet. He does notice when Damian calls him 'Richard' instead of 'Grayson,' though it takes another beat to apply the recognition to himself. He's slowly getting more and more used to his own name-- and now Damian seems to believe it's acceptable for him to use it too.
He's always a little relieved when he gets something right, and Damian seems happy about it too, so it was a win-win.
The sun outside is bright-- brighter than the lights in the cave or even when filtered through the windows of Wayne Manor, and Richard can't help but squint when they step outside. He can fee the crisp, cold air almost immediately with it touches his skin.
The dog's appearance grabs his attention, and he watches with vested interest as Titus starts to bound around in the snow. It's-- pretty amusing. Fun to watch. The dog was energetic and large, and careless in how it almost seemed unaware of the gravity on its own size as he bounced around.
Mostly he's still silent-- taking in the scenery without the filter of his glass goggles, and he steps forward through the snow to a spot where the sun wasn't blocked by the edge of the Manor's roof (though not too far, he maintained a particularly specific radius to where Damian was standing as if he were a dog on a leash). The sunlight was warm on his face, and he took a deep breath in through his nose until he could feel the cold air sting inside his lungs, and let it out.
The fresh air was marvelous. Being out of the cell, and outdoors and out of that uniform was the closest he'd come to a taste of freedom in a long time, and it was absolutely invigorating.
He finally turns to look at Damian again, and there's a new levity to his vice and a subtle crinkle at the corner of his eyes, but his face doesn't seem quite yet willing to allow him full freedom of expression.]
Dogs are good company. And I saw the way he wanted to protect you before.
[The dog had been a major priority when he'd found him in Damian's room the night he 'arrived.' And even for how silly he was in the snow, Titus seemed plenty we behaved. Damian was lucky to have him around.]
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He's always a little relieved when he gets something right, and Damian seems happy about it too, so it was a win-win.
The sun outside is bright-- brighter than the lights in the cave or even when filtered through the windows of Wayne Manor, and Richard can't help but squint when they step outside. He can fee the crisp, cold air almost immediately with it touches his skin.
The dog's appearance grabs his attention, and he watches with vested interest as Titus starts to bound around in the snow. It's-- pretty amusing. Fun to watch. The dog was energetic and large, and careless in how it almost seemed unaware of the gravity on its own size as he bounced around.
Mostly he's still silent-- taking in the scenery without the filter of his glass goggles, and he steps forward through the snow to a spot where the sun wasn't blocked by the edge of the Manor's roof (though not too far, he maintained a particularly specific radius to where Damian was standing as if he were a dog on a leash). The sunlight was warm on his face, and he took a deep breath in through his nose until he could feel the cold air sting inside his lungs, and let it out.
The fresh air was marvelous. Being out of the cell, and outdoors and out of that uniform was the closest he'd come to a taste of freedom in a long time, and it was absolutely invigorating.
He finally turns to look at Damian again, and there's a new levity to his vice and a subtle crinkle at the corner of his eyes, but his face doesn't seem quite yet willing to allow him full freedom of expression.]
Dogs are good company. And I saw the way he wanted to protect you before.
[The dog had been a major priority when he'd found him in Damian's room the night he 'arrived.' And even for how silly he was in the snow, Titus seemed plenty we behaved. Damian was lucky to have him around.]