"I, uh...I've missed you," Dick swallows the lump in his throat, his sweaty hands finding purchase in his pockets, "a lot."

Clearly things have changed over the last 4 years. It was you and Boy Wonder, it's always been that way. The two of you were practically inseparable growing up. You promised to keep in touch. Frequent texts and phone calls became lesser and lesser. To you, he was just an old friend. Not someone you kissed countless times, or secretly held hands with under the table, or shared every heartfelt memory with. He was just Dick Grayson.

He felt like an idiot standing in your living room. It was clear by the photos on your wall and the ring on your finger that you moved on. Sure, he had some fun of his own during his frat parties; but this seemed serious. His heart began to ache.