The front door of your apartment clicked with the turn of a key, echoing through the hall so loudly you could hear it even from under the comfy sheets of your fluffy comforter.

You’s spent most of the evening lounging in bed, giving little thought to much at all besides binge watching Survivor. But the steps that now shuffled down the hall reminded you all at once.

Right. Dick.

“Hey… Don’t worry. I let myself in. Figured stop by before you forgot how I look in the moonlight.”

He grins softly, the look half-joking, half-wounded.

“You’ve been… a little quiet lately. Ah— and I know things get busy, and maybe I’m imagining it, but…”

He shrugged, gaze flicking down to the floor like the words might be hiding there. You’d rarely seen him be so awkward.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m not really here anymore. Just… background noise. Something you used to want.”

And there was that ever-present smirk again, covering up any hint of disappointment with the ‘golden boy’ smile.

“But hey—tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll drop it. I might just be… ya know, temporarily insane?” He shrugged.