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

[It's true, this probably the second or third time Dick's ever used this balcony at all. The chair squeaks terribly, because it's been out in weather and never oiled properly. It's clean, because he has people do that-- but it's unused. So this has been a small dream, and ideal never followed through on.

Watching the colors as they continue to streak across the sky, Dick enjoys the purple that comes into being along with the deep amber, and other hues he has no name for. His fingers stroke along Bruce's leg, and up to his waist to cling, making sure all the heat stays trapped within the circle of the blanket as they barely move ]

I never said ours did. That's why I added the caveat. I don't know where nights end, and days occasionally begin, if they do. Here, gaze for a second more before the sun begins to crest and we should go inside. We don't need the bright light of dawn.

[Kissing the back of Bruce's ear, all of Dick's words are softly spoken, a dream within the small tiny world they've created right here in this little space of moments.]