[Lingering tides that come in from the shore, captured and kept. Dick knows what is and what was shared between them is impossibly dangerous, and it's the kind of thing that can easily be taken at any moment's notice. Before the night started, Dick did his best to guard against the searing pain that would eventually come and mark another scar somewhere deep inside him. It was an eventuality, and he'd figured that it would come one day, especially once Bruce had taken him, had filled him. Dick knew there was no coming back from that.

Now is no different. He took watches as Bruce traces a thumb down his scar, thinking about how similar they are. Dick takes his own index finger and marks a wound on Bruce's shoulder, shorter, more distinct and fresher, he's certain. It's still there, they both know the marks from blade and loss. Everyone hurts them, and they all leave. Inevitability, all of it.

The question brings his head up.]

I don't have anything important in the morning, so it'll happen when it does. It's not late now, so it won't be late morning. Maybe eight? I can get up earlier if you wish.