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

I know what you mean. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I still can't believe you're laying next to me.

[Jason's been better about that lately, though. Believing that he can have something good. That it won't just disappear. That for once in his life, someone will actually stay.

It makes him stare at Dick lovingly for a moment before he snags his beer and takes a long sip as well.]

Girls don't look at me, though. They're probably checking out your ass as we walk by.