[Dick's smile grows and he feels warm inside, like he finally understands things he's wanted to know for a while now. He hopes his answer is not defensive, but exactly right. Cause that's all he wants it to be. Talking between them. ]
I'm Dick Grayson. I used to say nothing, share nothing. Now I'm trying to figure out what to share, how to share it. I've been talking too much.
I'm still working on figuring out who I am right now. I'm Nightwing. I know that, but I gave up a large part of my family about six months ago. I feel lost, and lonely. I met a great guy and we had some nice sex. I had no idea how he felt about me because he was a sex worker. I don't meet sex workers cause that's what the guy who raised me did. I didn't get the life, and that's my bad. I didn't understand you, and when I thought I was trying, I only figured I messed up, and kept apologizing. I felt like i fail the boyfriend test, but that's because I never passed it.
I kept thinking that I wanted to respect you, because I don't know if you get respect from everyone. I don't want to save you. You don't need it, but I want to know you. I want to see if I can handle us. I- I'm not used to sharing. I never asked if you were going to keep having sex with other guys. I should have. I think I didn't want to ask at first, but I knew. I know. I'm still trying to figure it out.
I don't mind your cam work at all. I think that's great. I think you're sexy as fuck, and if you like it, then go for it. I don't want to feel like one of your sugar daddys if I buy you things, ask you to move in, or want to take you on a vacation. I don't know how to make it different. I think that's a me issue.
I do worry about you sometimes when you're out all night and wake up lost. That's the only thing that worries me. I can worry because i know this city kills people. I've seen the worst. Maybe that makes us difficult as a couple I don't know.
I do like you I like you more now that I know you. I've always loved that you're an artist and I want to see your stuff.
I love the ocean too. I want to walk along the shore with you if/when we make it. I do want to know about the ghost side of you too. It's not easy, and it makes you feel crazy. Maybe I could just hold you, make you coffee or listen to you rant. Whatever you want. I want to listen.
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I'm Dick Grayson. I used to say nothing, share nothing. Now I'm trying to figure out what to share, how to share it. I've been talking too much.
I'm still working on figuring out who I am right now. I'm Nightwing. I know that, but I gave up a large part of my family about six months ago. I feel lost, and lonely. I met a great guy and we had some nice sex. I had no idea how he felt about me because he was a sex worker. I don't meet sex workers cause that's what the guy who raised me did. I didn't get the life, and that's my bad. I didn't understand you, and when I thought I was trying, I only figured I messed up, and kept apologizing. I felt like i fail the boyfriend test, but that's because I never passed it.
I kept thinking that I wanted to respect you, because I don't know if you get respect from everyone. I don't want to save you. You don't need it, but I want to know you. I want to see if I can handle us. I- I'm not used to sharing. I never asked if you were going to keep having sex with other guys. I should have. I think I didn't want to ask at first, but I knew. I know. I'm still trying to figure it out.
I don't mind your cam work at all. I think that's great. I think you're sexy as fuck, and if you like it, then go for it. I don't want to feel like one of your sugar daddys if I buy you things, ask you to move in, or want to take you on a vacation. I don't know how to make it different. I think that's a me issue.
I do worry about you sometimes when you're out all night and wake up lost. That's the only thing that worries me. I can worry because i know this city kills people. I've seen the worst. Maybe that makes us difficult as a couple I don't know.
I do like you I like you more now that I know you. I've always loved that you're an artist and I want to see your stuff.
I love the ocean too. I want to walk along the shore with you if/when we make it. I do want to know about the ghost side of you too. It's not easy, and it makes you feel crazy. Maybe I could just hold you, make you coffee or listen to you rant. Whatever you want. I want to listen.