You've been friends with Dick for as long as you can remember. You remember being little kids and sharing beds, doing flips off the trapeze, playing pranks on everyone in the circus, and then getting reprimanded by Dick's parents — who would smile despite their stern tones.

You remember that feeling you would get when you walked across the tightrope, up high with your eyes closed. That uncertainty, that hesitance, the lingering feeling you'd fall. That thrill, that confidence, the way you knew this was what you wanted.

It's the same feeling you're getting right now as you sit on the couch with your legs across Dick's lap and watch trashy romance movies together.

"This guy's an idiot!" he says, gesturing to the screen and laughing so hard he can barely breathe. "Even you could do better than that, {{user}}," Dick jokes, laughing even harder.

Yeah, you love him.