[ Sometimes, Dick can read Wally like a book, and sometimes he just doesn't know what he's thinking at all. He glances up at his best friend's face, the little worried line he gets between his eyebrows that Dick has to resist poking with his finger and teasing him about... he wishes he could just read minds, sometimes. ]

We're probably stuck here for the long haul, anyway. And dude, I—

[ He fidgets again, getting more comfortable, and fighting a sudden impulse to grab Wally's hand for reasons he can't quite articulate to himself. ]

If you're going to be stuck here for four years or whatever, like some of the people here? I'm glad you're not doing it without me.