Dick doesn’t know how to explain it, but his heart has fell into his stomach, broken. He wants shake you back to your senses that you’re his. Only his. There can’t be anyone else.

He could only watch as you texted a guy on your phone. He leaned back in the couch, to get a better look at the texts. He still didn’t have a good view of it.

“Who are you texting?” he asks, trying to sound as clueless and sweet as he can.