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[It's funny to think that any of those words were not difficult for Dick to say. Most of the words that he's come by tonight have been difficult on one level or another. He's still not used to saying the things that he thinks, or the ones that settle over the beating vessel in his chest. They get stuck in his larynx, and there are still times when Dick parts his lips only to close them. Words that will never be said because he can't.

He's done so well for himself here tonight, because if there's ever been another soul who might understand him-- it's Bruce. Perhaps so different from his mentor, yet the backstory and the pain still lets them match the heartbreak and manner of speaking and withholding. It is still this which lets Dick speak. It might not settle well with Bruce, but Dick doesn't find it as odd.

He sees so many differences, that there is barely anything that he finds in common. Sitting up, Dick leans over and runs his hand along Bruce's thigh outside the white cotton of the sheets. ]

You're not too hard.

[pushing it up higher to brush fingers along the edge of his softened prick.]

At least not now. I do like a challenge though.