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[There's a tiny notion in Dick's head about food sitting outside the door, but it disappears when Bruce relaxes into his touch and lets go into this moment that they've given one another. There was enough said between them to broach dangerous territory in either of their lives. This was moving into a relationship of sorts, promises to never die, to never truly let go were things people said when they needed that other person in their life. Dick knew that on a level, and he knew that somewhere Bruce did too.

A bead of panic erupted in Dick's brain, but if Bruce could close his eyes to it and lean into this moment, that Dick had essentially created with his own words, then he could too. He was the one changing for the better, moving on to be this man that was more whole than the one who had come before his death. This was why he could do this, have this conversation, hold onto Bruce like this at all.

Lips meet lips, soft and sweet and Dick sighs out a long breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding and his fingers curl inward against soft skin, scraping against a scar somewhere in the middle, but Dick only thinks of it as character and beauty. His thumb releases from the rest of his fingers to trace over the little tiny thing, a gentle remark against Bruce's back.

He glances up and knows that their noses will brush, tender and soft, a sign of affection he doesn't ever want to give up. It's his lover's way of saying that this little rift is over and they are together still, and this here proves that whatever comes, this remains. right here, this moment. Dick closes his eyes, and remains right here in this moment too, because the words that he has to say are too real, too strong, and perhaps quiet is best, as well as the press of their bodies, their noses, and yes even a gentle lip for only a second. ]