{Dick rises to leave, makes his excuse to flee, and Tim wants to shrink in on himself. He doesn't, because he knew this was coming. He knows how Dick handles things. He needs time to get out, to process, Tim wouldn't be surprised if he drove around or took to the rooftops before completing whatever supply refill he was referring to. Knowing Dick he was probably on his last box of cereal or out of frozen pizza. Tim couldn't talk, though, he'd be looking for coffee tomorrow at the latest.}
I'll try. I promise.
{He would promise to try, but he couldn't promise to succeed. The chances were greater here rather than in the communal floor he'd been assigned to, but there was no guarantee. He was exhausted, there was no doubt, but he was afraid of seeing the prison walls when he closed his eyes.
Dick needed to go, though, even if Tim wanted him to stay, so Tim would tell him what he needed to hear. It wasn't hard to see his urge to move and the way he couldn't keep his face happy enough for the everything's okay vibe he wanted to exude.}
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I'll try. I promise.
{He would promise to try, but he couldn't promise to succeed. The chances were greater here rather than in the communal floor he'd been assigned to, but there was no guarantee. He was exhausted, there was no doubt, but he was afraid of seeing the prison walls when he closed his eyes.
Dick needed to go, though, even if Tim wanted him to stay, so Tim would tell him what he needed to hear. It wasn't hard to see his urge to move and the way he couldn't keep his face happy enough for the everything's okay vibe he wanted to exude.}