wallygoesfast:
As Roy thought, two hours actually ended up not being accurate, and Wally ended up knocking on the door 30 minutes later than expected. He smirked when Roy opened the door, hugging him back with one arm that was holding two giant bags of what smelled like Mexican food. “Rolls Royster!” In his other hand was a duffel bag, on his back a backpack. He tended to travel light.
Wally’s clothes were casual--skinny jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved t-shirt...but he’d never been one that cared much about fashion. “I brought food! Tacos.” He let himself into Roy’s apartment without asking permission, setting the bags of food on the coffee table. If he was bothered by how simple Roy’s apartment was he didn’t show it, but he wasn’t one to judge when it came to his friends’ living spaces, and had seen much worse anyway on his adventures around the world.
After setting the duffel down by the sofa he also shrugged off his backpack, his gaze finally going over to Roy to give him a good once over. “How are you, man? Been a while…” His tone was light but there was some thinly veiled concern there as well despite his smile. Wally had often worried about Roy due to his past issues with drug abuse, but always had tried to be understanding about it, even going so far as to help stage an intervention at times.
Roy laughed as soon as he saw Wally with the food - typical - and he hugged him back as he took one of the bags from him. “Aw, dude, you shouldn’t have!” Mexican was a frequent choice whenever he met up with Wally and Dick together. It had been one of their favorite and most frequent stops in Bludhaven. That was way back in the day, but the smell brought him right back.
“You look good,” he said offhandedly, gesturing for Wally to follow him inside even though he already was. His own apartment was messy, typical, but he wasn’t self-conscious about it. When he’d lived in the Titans Tower, he’d let the chaos get way out of hand. His room had practically been a disaster zone. He was doing his best to keep on top of it, but sometimes he didn’t even notice how bad it got until Jason or Dick made a comment.
Setting the bag on the table, he sat down heavily on the couch and tossed his controller aside to make room. “Yeah, it’s been a minute.” There were a lot of things Wally missed in Star City, but Roy didn’t even know where to start. It was a lot to explain. Most of it he’d sent in short bursts of text messages, but he was sure a lot of stuff had been left out. “I’m doing good. You know, working. Keeping busy. What about you?” What happened to Batman was still like a dark cloud settling over the city, but he was trying to adjust to the new normal.
