Radar exhales a long sigh of relief, big enough to make his shoulders slump. Bandit grumbles again as she almost loses her footing, hoists herself all the way onto Radar's shoulders, and winds around the back of his neck to drape herself there like a scarf. "Okay."
Edgar gets it. Radar's not gonna have another friend where he'll have to keep quiet whenever Dahlia comes up. This amazing new thing he's wanted for so long, so big he can't think about anything else sometimes, doesn't know how he can't talk about it -- at least Edgar's still okay with hearing about it. About them. (Wow, it still makes his heart flutter in disbelief whenever he thinks of him and Dahlia as a them.)
...In fact.
Now that he's got both hands free, Radar moves back to the stubborn knot in Helga's mane. "Actually, um." He clears his throat a little. "Can... can I ask you something? About dating stuff?"
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Edgar gets it. Radar's not gonna have another friend where he'll have to keep quiet whenever Dahlia comes up. This amazing new thing he's wanted for so long, so big he can't think about anything else sometimes, doesn't know how he can't talk about it -- at least Edgar's still okay with hearing about it. About them. (Wow, it still makes his heart flutter in disbelief whenever he thinks of him and Dahlia as a them.)
...In fact.
Now that he's got both hands free, Radar moves back to the stubborn knot in Helga's mane. "Actually, um." He clears his throat a little. "Can... can I ask you something? About dating stuff?"