It takes everything in him not to laugh as he reads that message, and Wrench spares a moment to look up from the page and stare directly into Dick’s eyes. These men know more about him than they’re letting on, don’t they? Isn’t that what Arthur has been insisting this whole time? So how can Dick make that kind of claim so earnestly? Is it true, somehow? Removed from the world that shaped him, does he actually manage to pass as upstanding?

There’s just no fucking way.

Maybe. A project might be a good idea. Idle hands, you know what they say.

As if his own words could be a cue, Wrench lays down the pen and rattles the handcuffs. He raises a brow at Dick, like maybe now that all this is settled he doesn’t really need to be restrained any more.