[ Dick goes quiet, a sweet, spreading ache in his chest. He's really, really lucky to have found someone who can put up with him at all, much less someone who'd say something like that. He feels like a mess sometimes — like if anyone ever found out all the crazy, awful things he bottles up and hides deep down inside, they'd leave for greener, more well-adjusted pastures.
He doesn't want to drag anyone down with him. But he hopes Wally would stay. ]
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He doesn't want to drag anyone down with him. But he hopes Wally would stay. ]
Maybe that's why I want to.