[ Dick notices the tears, but he says nothing. Cold fog presses against the glass until it's seeped into the car, obscuring everything except for Dick and Jason.
Dick is no longer seventeen, but twenty-one. Physically, he's a little broader than before but the change is mostly in exhaustion permeating him.
His voice is soft, like he's talking to himself. ]
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Dick is no longer seventeen, but twenty-one. Physically, he's a little broader than before but the change is mostly in exhaustion permeating him.
His voice is soft, like he's talking to himself. ]
I wish this was real too.