There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

Getting something to eat might be nice.

( though by no means is that him volunteering to make anything. dick has to know he's a disaster in the kitchen, even with good intentions. but it's a thing they need to do since they haven't since last night and with it being some time in the morning-to early afternoon, they probably should. )

Though I didn't know you had so much pent up energy.

( a lazy thought he murmurs as he stays there with dick atop him. hand raising. slow. gentle. a brush of the backs of his fingers along the other man's arm. ghost-like, almost. something else they both carry within them. the ghosts of the past... ghosts of others.

shifting some beneath him, he hums, body feeling limber. )

I'll order something. If you tell me what you want.