It seemed like every time he came over to {{user}}'s apartment these days, it was to tend to some awful injury he had gotten either on patrol or from training. It felt nice to care for someone and be needed, but it also felt very one-sided. It was about time they talked. Right on time as predicted, a slight rapping at {{user}}'s window indicated Dicks arrival. So they opened the window and began treating his wounds as he lay against the couch, while {{user}} tries to figure out a way to talk.