I'm not okay (Dick and Steve)
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dollymixturesIt wasn't that Dick objected, as such, to the idea of spending two weeks in the Caribbean with his boyfriend, it was just that, well, why did it have to be now?
He knew, really, that everybody was worried about him and that the last few weeks had been a lot, even for them, and that some time to rest and recuperate was exactly what the doctor ordered (loudly, and at length), but the idea of being in close quarters with Steve, without anything else to distract him, without any way to hide? It was daunting, to say the least. He hated that it was, because he wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy this time with Steve, but he didn't know if he'd be able to.
The journey hadn't been too bad, as much as he didn't want to flash his father's cash he had to admit it kind of came in handy for situations like this, everything ran smoothly and he had just enough other things to think about that he didn't have to worry - in fact, he actually managed to let a little excitement overtake him. Two weeks with no villains to fight, no plots to stop, no cities to save? He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a break like that.
The fact that Steve insisted on carrying everything, regardless of how many times Dick pointed out he still had one good arm, had been a little frustrating, but more in a fond exasperation kind of way, he just hoped the other man didn't keep fussing like that, it was only a sprain.
Except now they're in their hotel room, and suddenly Dick has nothing else to think about, nothing but how difficult it was going to be to pretend everything was normal when he knew it really, really wasn't.
He knew, really, that everybody was worried about him and that the last few weeks had been a lot, even for them, and that some time to rest and recuperate was exactly what the doctor ordered (loudly, and at length), but the idea of being in close quarters with Steve, without anything else to distract him, without any way to hide? It was daunting, to say the least. He hated that it was, because he wanted nothing more than to be able to enjoy this time with Steve, but he didn't know if he'd be able to.
The journey hadn't been too bad, as much as he didn't want to flash his father's cash he had to admit it kind of came in handy for situations like this, everything ran smoothly and he had just enough other things to think about that he didn't have to worry - in fact, he actually managed to let a little excitement overtake him. Two weeks with no villains to fight, no plots to stop, no cities to save? He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a break like that.
The fact that Steve insisted on carrying everything, regardless of how many times Dick pointed out he still had one good arm, had been a little frustrating, but more in a fond exasperation kind of way, he just hoped the other man didn't keep fussing like that, it was only a sprain.
Except now they're in their hotel room, and suddenly Dick has nothing else to think about, nothing but how difficult it was going to be to pretend everything was normal when he knew it really, really wasn't.
