"I know I'm not perfect, and that I've fucked up so many times. I mean, you don't even know the half of it Jason. I -- " He wraps himself around Jason and tucks his face into the other male's neck. It's immediately soothing. Dick knows that he shouldn't let it be this easy. There should be room for talking. Jesus, they're so fucked up. They get into fights so damn easily, and neither of them seem to know how to communicate worth a damn with the other, but the need is so great and now that they've crossed this threshold, Dick has no way of going back.

Turning back a clock is like walking backwards across barbed wire, sure it's fucking possible-- but there ain't a bird in hell that's gonna make him do it. Stripping off his jacket, Dick's out of his tie and shirt in minutes and he's pulling Jason out of his shirt too. It doesn't matter if they're going to talk. This is what he needs. He needs his hands on Jason's skin, the real thing, and he needs to feel that warm, firm skin against his own as they talk. He kisses him several times as he drags him over to the couch.

"Okay, this. Us. We are a mess. I know it. You know it. Fuck, we can't even talk about sucking cock without fighting. When you joke, you always hit me where it hurts somehow and I don't even know what it is before hand to tell you how I can help. I know you hold a world against me, and I deserve it. I was selfish, jealous and hateful at times, but fuck if I didn't love you so much the entire time. I pulled away because if I didn't, I could have messed all of us up. I am never going to forgive myself either. I- there's more, but I don't even know how to tell you. I - you'll end up hating me. Just know I will never let go of you again. "