[It's not very much of a compromise, but Dick supposes that's the best he's going to get-- probably the best he could really ask for, given the circumstances. He doesn't even know what he'd have done if he had been Damian's position instead-- maybe if he had heard his parents being beaten instead of falling, he would've done the same?]
I'm sorry. [For almost getting himself killed, for making Damian worry so much. Another apology almost seemed redundant, but he-- he didn't want people to die over him.
He brings his hands up (even the one that was still too painful to move, but that one ends up hovering a bit uselessly in the air) and rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm. It was still hazy, but if it had taken two minutes for Damian to make Two Face stop, then Dick was pretty sure he had already started crying by the time Damian tuned in. He had to be stronger than to let himself keep crying like this.]
S-- So you haven't grown up at all. [Dick isn't even surprised.] You shouldn't give him so much grief. He's just trying to help...
[The words still come out a bit mumbled, and Dick drops his hands away from his eyes after a moment or so. He still seems like he might start sniffling, but rather than worry about that, he lifts himself away from the headboard-- leans over the bed and in Damian's direction as far as he can in an effort of exertion that's already leaving his voice grunting and his injuries stinging again. All done so he can try and grab onto the edge of Damian's sleeve again, and pull him closer with the nonexistent strength he has left.
He just wanted.... some kind of reassurance. Even if Damian's already told him everything will be OK, he has to be sure.]
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I'm sorry. [For almost getting himself killed, for making Damian worry so much. Another apology almost seemed redundant, but he-- he didn't want people to die over him.
He brings his hands up (even the one that was still too painful to move, but that one ends up hovering a bit uselessly in the air) and rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm. It was still hazy, but if it had taken two minutes for Damian to make Two Face stop, then Dick was pretty sure he had already started crying by the time Damian tuned in. He had to be stronger than to let himself keep crying like this.]
S-- So you haven't grown up at all. [Dick isn't even surprised.] You shouldn't give him so much grief. He's just trying to help...
[The words still come out a bit mumbled, and Dick drops his hands away from his eyes after a moment or so. He still seems like he might start sniffling, but rather than worry about that, he lifts himself away from the headboard-- leans over the bed and in Damian's direction as far as he can in an effort of exertion that's already leaving his voice grunting and his injuries stinging again. All done so he can try and grab onto the edge of Damian's sleeve again, and pull him closer with the nonexistent strength he has left.
He just wanted.... some kind of reassurance. Even if Damian's already told him everything will be OK, he has to be sure.]