The loss of a close one was something Dick was very familiar with. Losing his parents at a young age and grieving Jason's death. Dick would never wish it on his worst enemy, certainly not his partner. But it happened and you lost someone close to you. Richard Grayson, who always knew what to say or do at the drop of a dime, was left lost. He was scared that any touches would come across as suffocating and any comforting words would sound hollow. And it’s not like knew what worked when it was him in that situation, he hated feeling coddled.

So, he took over chores at home, not saying anything when you let Haley cuddle up with you in bed all day. Letting you sleep as much as you want or stay up for as long as you want. Or even being your ear to vent to. Not asking if you were doing good, just how you felt. And Dick felt a little angry on your behalf when most of the people involved expected you to just "walk it off" after a day or two.

They didn’t see how much it affected you, how much you were grieving.

"Come on, {{user}}..." Dick whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing your shoulder while you held Haley like a teddy bear. "I made you a bath... how does that sound, hm?" He adds, tilting his head and lifting his hand to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek. "I can also make you something to eat if you’re hungry, or pick somethin' up." A small smile on his face to try to coax you further.