"Well then, don’t look now, but guess who just walked in."
"I am going to kill you," Hartley hissed in response to the smug grin on his friend’s face. "I am going to die of humiliation and then I’m going to come back from the dead just to kill you."
"Hey, this is good news, now you have undeniable confirmation that Singh is totally cool with people being gay."
"You are possibly the worst wingman ever, Wally."
"Dude, I am the best. I got your big crush to come to the Alliance meeting. It. Is. An. Opportunity."
"A good wingman would have found out whether or not David is actually gay."
"Hart, if he was any more head over heels for you I’d be picking him out of the track asphalt." Wally snorted, "Seriously. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to distract him from his run faster than Wally West mission, but you show up and he’s lucky he’s not face-planting every other lap trying to make sure you’re looking."
"I’m running at practice for regular track and field guys, I’ve got nothing but time to watch them for details. It’s almost embarrassing."
Hartley looked over his shoulder to where David was standing awkwardly amongst the milling crowd at the lecture hall entrance. He couldn’t help but smile. It would be nice if Wally was right. Those broad shoulders, the dark hair and muscled arms; he could definitely go for that.
"My only concern is if your future boyfriend there is out of the closet or not."
"You cannot just ask people that!"
"I know! That’s why I invited him to the meeting. It’s a test!"
"You are possibly the least subtle person ever. You should get Artemis to help you with that. Or Robin. It might take the urban legend himself to fix your brain."
"He looks lost," Wally’s smirk got more mischievous, something Hartley would have sworn was impossible. "I’m going to invite him to sit with us."
He felt his ears turning crimson, “I hate you.”