[ One habit he'll never be able to shake off is his ability to wake on a dime. A falling pin could still rouse him from sleep, but he's gotten better about sleeping through the presence of people he's comfortable with. Doesn't stir when Cass and he have passed out on the couch watching a marathon of movies in an effort to catch up with pop culture (always one step ahead of them), or even when Tim gets in late and finds him sleeping at the Cave computer. Father -- Father had been able to hoist him up, even as an adult, and get him into bed without Damian being any the wiser.
(He misses him.)
But a whimper is enough to draw him back to consciousness. Damian's eyes blink open, shoulders rolling at the stitch in his neck from his awkward position in the chair, and he focuses his attention on Dick. Dick, who's awake, and looks like he may stay awake this time.
Leaning forward, he catches Dick's hand in his, other hand running up through the boy's hair and pushing his bangs back. ]
Hey. [ His voice is deep, still thick and scratchy with sleep, and Dick's lucky enough to catch him when he's groggy, a slight, affectionate smile on his face before he has the sense or inclination to resume his scowling. ] You've been out a while, baby bird. Thirsty?
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(He misses him.)
But a whimper is enough to draw him back to consciousness. Damian's eyes blink open, shoulders rolling at the stitch in his neck from his awkward position in the chair, and he focuses his attention on Dick. Dick, who's awake, and looks like he may stay awake this time.
Leaning forward, he catches Dick's hand in his, other hand running up through the boy's hair and pushing his bangs back. ]
Hey. [ His voice is deep, still thick and scratchy with sleep, and Dick's lucky enough to catch him when he's groggy, a slight, affectionate smile on his face before he has the sense or inclination to resume his scowling. ] You've been out a while, baby bird. Thirsty?