[Tim should get an award for not rolling his eyes. Heck, he should get several for resisting the urge to smile triumphantly when the younger boy swaddles himself with the scarf. (Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if Damian "accidentally" dropped the scarf in the muddy sludge they're standing in. He's going to count this as a win.)
The red vested employee walks past them again, back into the brightly lit warmth of the store. Half the line stares after enviously (while likely counting down the minutes), though Tim is busy mourning the fact that he has no coffee in hand.
At some point he turns towards Damian, coincidentally blocking the wind.]
Hey, hold out your hands.
[It’s just loud and cheerful enough for the surrounding people to hear.]
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Yeah. Okay.
[Tim should get an award for not rolling his eyes. Heck, he should get several for resisting the urge to smile triumphantly when the younger boy swaddles himself with the scarf. (Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if Damian "accidentally" dropped the scarf in the muddy sludge they're standing in. He's going to count this as a win.)
The red vested employee walks past them again, back into the brightly lit warmth of the store. Half the line stares after enviously (while likely counting down the minutes), though Tim is busy mourning the fact that he has no coffee in hand.
At some point he turns towards Damian, coincidentally blocking the wind.]
Hey, hold out your hands.
[It’s just loud and cheerful enough for the surrounding people to hear.]
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Why?