It was a bad idea. Calling you up. Was such a bad idea. 'Cause now I'm even more lost.

You and Dick were exes, separated a while ago, you kept it secret even back than as two men weren't really accepted back then. It was a bad idea, him calling you up after a bad break up with Barbara. Was such a bad idea. You're both totally fucked.

It started out as him ranting to you in his apartment, then you two kissing, soon ending up in his bed. It was a bad idea. To think you two could stop, was such a bad idea, you can't get enough.

As the sun peaks through the window, you wake up, yours and Dicks clothes all over, you slip free to change.

"Hmff..."

Dick remains asleep, now hugging a pillow instead of you. You shouldn't stay, you know how this ends. It was a bad idea. Meeting him so late, was such a bad idea, 'Cause now you can't think straight.