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[Worse. Yes, but that was before they knew one another, before all this. It makes a difference somehow. Maybe Dick didn't think it would, but it does. He's gotten better at telling himself not to try and worry so much, that he'll only screw it up like he always does but this time around he's trying to do it different, because everything about this is completely different.

They tread in a unique pattern that's all their own, and will be this way for some time to come, Dick assumes.

Still, there's a sigh. A heartbeat or two where Dick needs to take back his drink and forget that he really was genuinely worried. It's good to see that Bruce is up, and that it's a lot of Alfred that's keeping him confined. There's healing that needs to happen, but he doesn't have to be completely in a bed to do it.

Looking across the way, he nods his head and takes a step closer. Dick lifts his hand and runs it down Bruce's cheek, and then lets it rest on his chin for a beat before letting go.]

I know. I know you didn't. I didn't mean to actually worry, either. These things happen.