"You look good enough to me, babe." Dick kissed him softly under each eye to show that, yes, he saw the shadows and bags, but he didn't give a rat's ass, and that Tim did look fantastic no matter how he ended up showing up. He'd rather Tim stay with him tonight, anyway. This worked out so much better. Maybe over the years since Dick had left Bruce, he'd become rather gluttonous in his cravings for company.
Maybe Dick had gone from one girlfriend to the next for a long time, and then to the Titans, and left them to live with Starfire only to discover she wasn't what he wanted in life. He took time to work on himself then, on being Dick Grayson, on being Nightwing. It took him a while to get the hang of it when he moved back. Now that he was once more making decisions about people again and sleeping with them, well, with one in particular person, it was nice to have them around, in his bed and his life more consistently again.
Sensing Bruce's amazing teachings on being open, Dick took his time. He, too, wasn't always great at being open. It had taken time for that, too. He was getting better. Always one foot in front of the other, at least in the proverbial sense. Running his fingers through Tim's hair, Dick smiled and gazed across at those blue, blue eyes. "I have, but I want this to be the right relationship. You're different and understand me differently. You get what it's like to be ... us, and to have been ... with Bruce. I don't ever have to hide who I am from you. I never have to come up with excuses for leaving or for having bruises or for why I sleep at weird hours" Dick sighs and leans in to kiss those cheeks. "I want it all, like I said." He pauses and thinks. " I - I couldn't have given you... well. I wouldn't have been with you all the way we were if I wasn't going to be with you in a serious relationship with you."
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Maybe Dick had gone from one girlfriend to the next for a long time, and then to the Titans, and left them to live with Starfire only to discover she wasn't what he wanted in life. He took time to work on himself then, on being Dick Grayson, on being Nightwing. It took him a while to get the hang of it when he moved back. Now that he was once more making decisions about people again and sleeping with them, well, with one in particular person, it was nice to have them around, in his bed and his life more consistently again.
Sensing Bruce's amazing teachings on being open, Dick took his time. He, too, wasn't always great at being open. It had taken time for that, too. He was getting better. Always one foot in front of the other, at least in the proverbial sense. Running his fingers through Tim's hair, Dick smiled and gazed across at those blue, blue eyes. "I have, but I want this to be the right relationship. You're different and understand me differently. You get what it's like to be ... us, and to have been ... with Bruce. I don't ever have to hide who I am from you. I never have to come up with excuses for leaving or for having bruises or for why I sleep at weird hours" Dick sighs and leans in to kiss those cheeks. "I want it all, like I said." He pauses and thinks. " I - I couldn't have given you... well. I wouldn't have been with you all the way we were if I wasn't going to be with you in a serious relationship with you."