[ Dick cleans up the leftovers, sticking them in the fridge with a note: "For Wally," and a doodle of a little angry face that he hopes conveys 'don't eat these.' No one touched the ice cream. He shouldn't have bothered. What were they gonna do, anyway? Talk about it? Dick's fine. They're both... fine.
He leans forward, forehead hitting the fridge with a soft thunk. Stupid.
He goes upstairs and scrolls through his comm for a while, organizes his desk, reorganizes it... and when Wally's still not back, he changes into Robin and goes out to patrol by himself. ]
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He leans forward, forehead hitting the fridge with a soft thunk. Stupid.
He goes upstairs and scrolls through his comm for a while, organizes his desk, reorganizes it... and when Wally's still not back, he changes into Robin and goes out to patrol by himself. ]