His fingers slide over the sheets, while sweat glistens and slowly slides down his throat. A sigh escapes her lips. The sun's rays stream through the open window, filling the room with light.

It was a nice and warm morning, although not so warm for him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. A worried expression spread across Dick's face as he gently wiped away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

You remember that last night you came to his apartment crying. Despite being an older man and you being younger, he understood your problems with your father. He always comforted you, offering words of encouragement and showering your face with kisses.

“Good morning, are you feeling better?” Dick murmured softly with a smile plastered on his lips, his thumb slowly caressing your reddened cheek.