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

[The huff has grown to fondness status that equals a touch of a nose, or the way Bruce flicks his hair back from time to time when they are so close it falls against both their cheeks. It's almost a term of endearment in Bruce's world as far as Dick is concerned. There's the same simple amusement in Dick's eyes, settled there, patient, waiting.

A larger laugh meets the question, and Dick can't help but smirk. ]

Well, I do like that. You are a beast. That's not what I was looking for here. Get your gorgeous bruised up ass over here, Bruce.

[Taking the other's hand in his, Dick pulls open the door with a short blast of cold air that tempers when the door is closed behind them. He quickly wraps them up both with the blanket and moves to nuzzle them down in a small single person hammock he has on the balcony.

With Bruce in front of him, Dick is able to wrap arms about the the other male, and rest his chin on Bruce's shoulder, wrapping them together tightly while they gaze toward the pale glow of reds, pinks and oranges that begin to peek over the horizon, pushing back at the shadows they both know so well.]

All long nights eventually come to an end, or so they say.