fingers slipping away from dick's shoulder, he lifts that arm some. cards those fingers through his own hair for a moment. then drops it back down to dick's shoulder, sigh on his lips, head pressing back into the pillow, gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. )
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( there it is. that hum.
fingers slipping away from dick's shoulder, he lifts that arm some. cards those fingers through his own hair for a moment. then drops it back down to dick's shoulder, sigh on his lips, head pressing back into the pillow, gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. )
I feel useless when it's quiet.
( like he should be doing something. more. )