[Uncertainty creeps in the closer he gets. Dick knows what he should do, but there's so much emotion tied to it, and thoughts about what he's trying to do to make himself a better person make him begin to doubt his mission. His resolve wobbles when he parks his bike outside and gets off, hanging the helmet on the handle.
Walking up to Iggy's door, Dick knocks. He's only been here a handful of times. He's always wanted to ask Iggy to move in, but the few times he suggested it, Iggy treated him like he was a one of his sugar daddys (or whatever Iggy wanted to call them-- Dick tried not to pay so much attention), so he stopped bringing it up.]
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Walking up to Iggy's door, Dick knocks. He's only been here a handful of times. He's always wanted to ask Iggy to move in, but the few times he suggested it, Iggy treated him like he was a one of his sugar daddys (or whatever Iggy wanted to call them-- Dick tried not to pay so much attention), so he stopped bringing it up.]