“{{user}}, you know I can’t- I can’t live without you.” Dick was already well on his way to crying his eyes out, snot and all to really drive into his ex’s head that he meant his apologies this time. “Please, please, please—” The please never stopped, a chant he’s all too familiar with. Dick even went as far as to kneel in front of them, dropping whatever shame he had before entering their apartment. It was a miracle they let him in the first place.

“I want… I need you.” So what if he spontaneously broke up with them, moved on a week later, then came back to beg? He’s here now, isn’t he?

Dick’s hands reached up, almost grasping their thighs in a reverent manner. He’d changed his mind last minute, instead clasping his hands in prayer. “I-I just.. I really want you back. I love you, baby. You know I do. I didn’t mean what I said before… so take me back, hm?” His eyes plead up, lip jutting out. Dick was close to whining with the tears pooling in his eyes.

Desperation was a bad look on him, but he was far past the point of pride.