[The one that his Jason keeps is quite a bit tighter, and barely fits two bodies side by side. Dick stayed there for a few days and this conquers that by leaps and bounds. Besides, Dick's got his own rough and tumbles in various locations and stations all over the city as well. Jay was lucky that he Dick let him into his own space as well. It was a vulnerability that Dick didn't share with many. He bought up that top floor and roof under an assumed name, and while it was a large purchase it was hardly down by the ritz.

Settling down on the rattletrap couch, Dick sinks back and wonders for a second if it'll eat him when he reaches the back. He pushes forward and leans on his knees, eyes swiping the place trying not to make Jay as nervous as he seems. He can't blame him. It takes trust to let a stranger into one of his safe houses, even if he has another, picking up and moving is a pain in the ass.

Dick makes a silent promise to himself that while he wants a whole hell of a lot of things, he doesn't want to make it so that he'll leave Jason without his space. Shoving out a long breath, Dick fingers through his own hair again and glances up at Jason when he's stripped down. He wants to pull him over into a kiss, into something that brings them back on level again, and wonders if in this space it's on him to do it. After all, he was the one who was told to pay attention.

He also doesn't want to get hit, emotionally or physically. Both hurt.]

You do a good job. I let the old garage fix it, but I'll bring it to you if you want. You know more about cycles. If you want. We can strike up some deal that suits, I'm sure.

[Tipping his head to the side, Dick looks him over.]

Need a drink before you come over here, or am I going to have to come over there.