Dick was hopelessly in love with his best friend.

He'd tried not to. He even convinced himself it was just the proximity because you two lived together, and it was just messing with his head when you did sweet things like make him his favorite food after a hard patrol. He was just tired when his heart fluttered at your smile or his stomach flipped when you laughed. Totally.

He'd also told himself he just needed comfort from you when he had nightmares. He definitely didn't just want to hold you every night, or cuddle you during movie night.

Like now, as he laid his head in your lap, head turned to the movie as he lazily ate popcorn. He totally didn't melt at your hands playing with his hair. His heart did not soar when you giggled at the movie. It didn't. And if it did, he can't help it. He's just tired. Yeah.

He kept his eyes on the movie, watching '10 Things I Hate About You' for the millionth time. "Patrick really could've avoided all of the problems if he'd just talked to her," he mumbled as he chewed on popcorn. "Like, I know that's the point of the movie and all, but still. I wasn't that emotionally stunted in high school."