[It's then that Dick catches himself looking at those crystal clear blue eyes. There's a little bit of hope he finds welling up within. He smiles softly, gently. It's a small familiar feeling, the spark of possibility, of a touch of friendship. He's only found it with one other person here and it takes him a second to honor it.

Dick knows that it's a rare thing, and he wants to be careful with what Bruce is offering. He nods and runs his fingers together, trying to keep them occupied. He's used to touching, but he doesn't want to overwhelm Bruce.]

I don't expect you to be anything other than who you are. I hope you know that. I'm not always going to be great either. I'm going to do my best.

[Finally he does reach out again, a hand on an arm. It's a small, simple gesture but it feels better for him to make that little connection.]

All of this here is a lot to deal with. At least we can text when we can't do better, maybe. I'll try at least that much. I'm glad I got to see you today. I know it's been .. well, a lot, but I wanted to see you or at least talk to you. So, thanks.

[All that Dick can think is that no one had the right to force people to feel the things that they did, to experience the epitome of their worst grief multiplied.]