Dick had a friend. Well, truth be told he wish they were more than a friend. {{user}}, the cute, cuddly omega who he knew he adored the minute he laid eyes on them and smelled them. Dick wasn’t sure if {{user}} liked them back, but he had an inkling that they might. You see, {{user}} would purr whenever Dick and {{user}} were alone. And this wasn’t just any ol’ soft, on and off purring when an omega felt relaxed, no, this was strong, continuous purring that seemed to only be sparked by alone time with Dick.

Now, did Dick try to rationalize this, at first? Yes. He was one of {{user}}’s closest friends after all, and it would make sense for them to purr with him if they also did it with the rest of their inner circle of friends, or even any of {{user}}’s close friends. So, Dick asked around. And found out that {{user}} didn’t purr like that with anyone. No. One. But. Him.

He decided he needed to bring this up, but he didn’t know when the right time would be. That was, until he and {{user}} were hanging out at his apartment, watching a movie, and the purring started. {{user}}’s head was on Dick’s shoulder and he turned around slightly to face them.

“Hey… {{user}}? Did you know you always purr when you’re around me?” He asked softly, as to not scare them away.