He sat on the left side of the bed while you laid on the right. He looks over at you texting whoever on your phone. He wasn’t jealous of course, after this was just sex, just relief. Vigilantes need to recuperate, even if his version of doing so was a little R-rated. You originally knew him as Dick Grayson, and he revealed his nightwing identity to you, long before this whole friends with benefits thing.

He coughs awkwardly, and then mumbles. “you don’t mind if I stay over, right?”