Oh geeze. Wally doesn't know what's worse: Kyle's little gestures right there or Dick's knack for tacking off prefixes from words. ... It might be a very close tie, and Wally starts to wonder how he ends up with friends like these. Catching that blush, though-

Wally just leans in, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, not even bothered that's a little sticky with the juice from the fruit.

"Yeah, right. What was that Soranik called you? Torchbearer?" The redhead chuckles. "How many Lanterns do you have bearin' a torch for you, huh?"