Memory in the eyes of odin

I don’t even know where to start on this piece of perfection. The very palpable sense of Steph’s inertia when left contemplating the nature of belly button lint and it’s affects on teenage skin eruptions, to Dick’s infectious enthusiasm in wanting to go clubbing. Shall I comment on how you use Steph to help us appreciate Dick’s unconscious beauty or his refusal to use it as a tool or weapon (outside of sex anyway :P) or on how much I enjoy the fact that you don’t force a sexual encounter whose description and execution would have been lyrically beautiful because it might have changed the dynamic of the family? Or shall I just tell you that I loved every moment of reading this fic and am so glad I had any little influence in the writing of the same.
Thank you for sharing and please keep it up.