( fingers slip away from dark strands of hair when dick moves around on the bed, hand gently falling to the sheets instead. for a moment, he's quiet. then dick goes and asks him that and the silence seems to stretch further. not because he doesn't know how to answer it. but because he does know how to answer it and, doing so feels like revealing a vulnerability to him. even if it's dick. even if it's fine to do with him, just. it's still difficult to, at times. with others. even when he wants to. )
Yeah.
( simple and genuine. even if blue eyes are focused on the sheets rather than dick's face. )
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Yeah.
( simple and genuine. even if blue eyes are focused on the sheets rather than dick's face. )