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[Uncomfortable. There's a word that Dick's not wormed his way into feeling in quite some time. The answer to that thought takes a backseat to the more immediate and pressing matter at hand, and that's the alcohol abuse. The spill spins Dick into a small whirlwind of slightly uncoordinated action. The finger that had been pressed to Bruce's face is immediately removed in favor of reaching for the closest box of tissues, which is the only thing nearby that he has to wipe up the spill.

The clumsiness, Dick admits wasn't caused by the comfort level that Bruce might think of. It was something more. Dick has his own projects brewing. They percolate on their own in his own little office, networked into the greater bat-computer at large. He's got his eye on a gang that's been running underground drugs to local high schools right now. It might seem fairly regular, but Dick believes there are darker ties. All he needs is one more good lead...

However, he's taken enough time from all this to learn how to manage life. He's not like Bruce in that. Yet, he's here for Bruce, slowly realizing what that means, even if it means pushing past what actually made him uncomfortable. It is his own skin, and thoughts. Things he never expected, things he's held only for other women before. A fondness.. and something else, he realize to his surprise. ]

I- no. it's not that. I mean, I - no. you don't make me uncomfortable in the way you think. I-

[words are not always easy for Dick, he's been working on his feelings and learning to share, but after so many years of not doing it, they are stuck. He knows that he shouldn't do anything, and his head screams at him, but instead of the words he leans across the gap and delicately presses his lips to Bruce's. It's light and gentle. He knows it's going to send him to hell, but Dick doesn't care. He pulls away, and then looks at Bruce.]

It's.. that.