...and now there was a song, and Dick honestly didn't know what to make of that. Sure, it was nice that both of them seemed to pick up on what he meant without him having to explain the dis/concerting thing, and he always appreciated when that happened, but it wasn't quite nice enough to help him get over the complete mystery that this conversation had become.

Hardison appeared intent on leaving however, and the mystery of what he had even come here for, or what he intended to do with the drone, were going to leave with him, and Dick was honestly half tempted to call them back and try and find out more about the arguably more important information here, but at the same time he suspected it might be easier to find out more once he'd had the chance to gather his thoughts.

He was so flustered by the whole experience (not a familiar feeling for him) that it took him a moment to realise what was wrong with what Hardison said.

"Yea, okay, I'll see you - wait, what?" Smooth Dickiebird, real smooth.