He knows he's right, he just... wishes he wasn't.

Again, there's a huff and after it, he crouches down, lidding the paint can and setting the brush aside on the newspapers. He doesn't want it to dry out or anything after all since it seems like he's going to be going to Dick's place for however long this lasts.

Coming up to Dick then, he stands there in front of him and just stares at him for a long moment. "Sorry. This sucks for you."