'S expensive. [His response is a bit more halfhearted than before, but Dick's more glad then he thought he would be to hear Damian almost chuckle. Makes it easier to ignore everything, like what's happening isn't really happening.

Even though he's expecting, the change in height and position still elicits a groan from pain, and his limbs all feel like lead under the force of gravity-- but Damian's stronger than that, and it's still not as bad as he thought it would be with a bit of anesthetic starting to take effect. Though Dick's only aware that more is starting to feel numb, and he just buries himself more into his brother's touch and his torso like a plant seeking sunlight.

(Maybe it was all a nightmare. He wanted to wake up so badly. He wanted to sleep.)]

'm sorry. [He only talks when he can hear Damian again, and his words are starting to slur. He's not one hundred percent sure if Damian's serious or not, but he sure didn't sound that convicted. And he'd never been able to keep Dick still when he tried to ground him anyway.]

...messed up... 'gainst Dent... Alfie'll be worried... lasagna can't fit-- can't fit through a door...