[ Dick's brow furrows. He's quiet for a long moment. Wally's right, but the thing is, he hadn't even noticed he'd been doing any of that. He feels a flush up the back of his neck, and he has to look at the floor. ]

... Well. I mean. I do want that stuff. [ The words come out like he's forcing them, which he guesses he kind of is, and then they're suddenly all coming out at once. ]

But it wasn't on purpose or anything. I just... I'm really glad you're here, because no one else gets me like you do, not even Bruce, and I know I can be a real jerk sometimes and I don't always tell you stuff when I should and I'm really bad at talking, like this, right now, and— and I wanted to make you feel the way you make me feel, or whatever. So... I thought... cake.

... I sound completely insane, don't I?