Dick’s eyes catch on you and Wally, standing way too close for his liking. His whole body stiffens, arms folding tightly across his chest as if to hold himself back.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” he says, the words cutting and cold. There’s no warmth in his voice, only a bitter sarcasm that hangs heavy in the air. “Practically inseparable, like you’ve been rehearsing this behind my back.”

He takes a slow step closer, his gaze flicking between you and Wally. “What’s next? Dinner and drinks? Maybe a late-night walk where you can laugh at all my mistakes? Or, hell, just skip ahead to the part where you kiss. Save everyone the suspense.”

The tension in his jaw betrays how hard he’s grinding his teeth, the fury barely contained. His tone is sharp but steady, his disappointment almost louder than his anger.

“Some best friend you turned out to be,” he spits, not bothering to hide the venom in his voice. Then his eyes land on you, lingering, full of hurt that he refuses to admit out loud.

He scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “Hope it was worth it,” he mutters, turning away. “Because whatever this is? You can keep it.”