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[Time passes between question asked and answered. Dick takes his time to settle into the warmth of being near Bruce. He takes his time to inhale pillows, sheets and the man himself. It's a process of imprinting memories, of digging nails into his own mind so that he doesn't forget-- doesn't remember incorrectly when he's at home alone trying to recreate this exact situation so he might fall asleep with too many thoughts on his mind.

Curling in a lazy spoon, Dick makes a sound that's akin to a laugh but without any energy behind it.]

There wasn't much of a day to cancel. I wouldn't have asked to come by if there was.

[The words are barely above a whisper, soft, pliant to the ears.]