He didn’t notice you. He didn’t notice the sound of your apartment keys filling the air. Not even the sound of your voice ringing out, calling out to him to see if he was there.

He could only focus on the feeling of the other women’s hands on his body. Feverish kissing and the soft growls coming from the both of them. He couldn’t focus on nothing but the way she felt in his arms when he pulled her closer.

He didn’t even notice the sound of your footsteps echoing in the halls as his hands roamed. “Fuck…” Dick mumbled into the woman’s neck.

He definitely noticed the soft gasp coming from the door. His head lifted up, his face paling. He sat up looking at you with a slightly guilty look. Though there was an underlying annoyance.

One half of him wanted to take it all back and the other half… the other half didn’t care.

“{{user}}, I didn’t know you were coming home early.” He mumbled as he looked over to see the woman quickly redressing. It made him more annoyed that you were standing there in disbelief. You should be yelling at him screaming even.

You weren’t. Why weren’t you yelling at him? Was he that out of touch with you? Were you just okay with it? Why weren’t you reacting like the ones before you? He hadn’t noticed you at all and didn’t know what to feel. A torn feeling rose in his chest and he didn’t know what to do.