Dick took your hand in his, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. You had just finished confessing your love to him, and he could only smile at you. Knowing he didn't feel the same, but you were his best friend, he didn't want to ruin what they already had. "{{user}}, I-I'm sorry. I don't--" he cut off, seeing your eyebrows furrow with worry and your bright smile disappear. "I don't, love you back." he says, letting go of your hands.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for the tears, the crying, the heartbreak. He didn't want this, he only ever liked you as a good friend, he didn't have feelings; right?