Tired from a harsh work shift, you unlock the door with aching feet, hair a bit tussled. Entering your apartment, you’re immediately greeted by an eager Haley, jumping at your legs as she pants.

You’re also greeted by Dick’s dorky, tired smirk, laid out on the couch with his left, injured leg hiked up. You’re thankful to see the evidence that he’s barely moved; being in the nearly same position when you left this morning and food bowls left on the coffee table.