[Relaxed, and lazing against Bruce, Dicks slips his legs over and across the other male's. He keeps them tight for right this second. They both know there are messes, but they've been through this before and it was equally as bad, if not worse. When their chests touch, Dick can feel the coolness of their remaining spent passion and smiles.

His own fingers trace over Bruce's features, eyes also closed. The statement makes him sigh softly. Truth stings, but it's based on his own life, so he phrases it as such.]

The calls always meant it was time to go. I always left before. It was what I did. I wouldn't have blamed you. I didn't want it, but I know how things work normally.