Doug didn't gesture anything at the sight of the pendant. He just smiled to show he was happy she had it, and that she liked it. Considering her nocturnal hours, he sometimes wondered how much sunlight she was actually awake for.
Then again, he'd kept strange hours too, since coming to this rooftop, waiting for her. There were even plastic chairs and a table up here now. Sometimes he'd bring a book light and study for school under hazy starlight.
When she posed, putting her weight to one side, Doug blushed and nodded, and started to explain, [Yes, at first I hoped to see you. Each night, waiting, watching, hoping...] he stopped mid-gesture, not wanting to finish with that you were safe. He didn't want to actually make her work harder by putting that out there. [I look for you every night.]
Then he waved his arms out at the dark Gotham skyline, the sharp angled lines of buildings old and new, and pinpricks of window light enclosed by shadow. [Then I began to feel, see, hear. Like the city talks to me. I...] how to describe the sensation? [I fall into it, lose myself, like being pulled down a river.]