[ He still struggles with telling Dick that he wants something. A kiss, a home, a cluster of kittens. Part of him thinks he'll always be a shady bastard because something inside of him is fundamentally broken. And it worries him too, because if he can't be honest with the literal embodiment of kindness that Dick presents, then who can he be?
But maybe it doesn't matter, not when he can make Dick flush like that, not when they spend their nights wrapped around each other with the world still and silent. ]
Why is that? [ Babies liking him. ] I don't even talk to them and they're all clamouring for my attention. It's like I'm a magnet.
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[ He still struggles with telling Dick that he wants something. A kiss, a home, a cluster of kittens. Part of him thinks he'll always be a shady bastard because something inside of him is fundamentally broken. And it worries him too, because if he can't be honest with the literal embodiment of kindness that Dick presents, then who can he be?
But maybe it doesn't matter, not when he can make Dick flush like that, not when they spend their nights wrapped around each other with the world still and silent. ]
Why is that? [ Babies liking him. ] I don't even talk to them and they're all clamouring for my attention. It's like I'm a magnet.