Iggy listens, frowning more and more deeply. He himself has familial issues - more than he realises - but he's never had to kill a literal wolf. It sounds inhumane.
"Dick, sweetie, you really have to go to therapy," he says gently. "Either a superperson one, or you just lie enough not to give yourself away. But like... honey, that's not healthy."
He squeezes Dick's knee again.
"You don't have to agree. And let's not even argue. Just... think about it, maybe.
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Iggy listens, frowning more and more deeply. He himself has familial issues - more than he realises - but he's never had to kill a literal wolf. It sounds inhumane.
"Dick, sweetie, you really have to go to therapy," he says gently. "Either a superperson one, or you just lie enough not to give yourself away. But like... honey, that's not healthy."
He squeezes Dick's knee again.
"You don't have to agree. And let's not even argue. Just... think about it, maybe.
"But for now? Where are we eating, handsome?"