Dick smiled slightly, lopsided and more worried than real, but it was an honest smile. He moved his thumbs, skimming softly over Duo's jaw the way he might soothe a frightened animal, even though the teenager was focusing again.
"That just means people like you enough to give you nicknames, that's all." Or they were dismissing him. Dick didn't say that, though, too aware he didn't often use Duo's name. "Can we head out? You can start a fire, and I'll get the pilot?" He continued watching Duo, feeling the grip on his wrists. Thin fingers, tiny bones encased in delicate skin.