Richard Chelsea Max
Dick smiled.
"Hey Dragomir, your eyes are glowing. Idiot."
Dick looked at Dragomir's bloodstained chin, bloodied hands, and glowing and teary eyes and only wanted to comfort them. Who else would have sat there and watched a friend scream in pain. Who else would have wanted to make sure that he was okay after he went though his ordeal. Who else could he depend on in that capacity. Not a single living person that was not his parents.
Dick felt guilt, though, as he knew that it probably took a lot of self control for Dragomir to stop themself from trying to help him. So much self control in fact that Dragomir probably caused themself to bleed just stopping themself from doing so. Dick respected resolve like that though. It showed internal strength that couldn't be found easily in people. The strength born from a harder than usual life. He then saw Dragomir try to touch him but draw back almost as if they were scared of touching him. Dick found it quite interesting and funny as he appreciated the gesture but he probably would have much preferred Dragomir actually not hold back there.
"Dragomir I am not made of porcelain, dont worry.... I'm fine. Its not like I could die from you just touching me"
Dick went to do his signature poke on Dragomir's cheek. This was done not as some sort of greeting, but more of an attempt to cheer Dragomir up.
"Hey Dragomir, your eyes are glowing. Idiot."
Dick looked at Dragomir's bloodstained chin, bloodied hands, and glowing and teary eyes and only wanted to comfort them. Who else would have sat there and watched a friend scream in pain. Who else would have wanted to make sure that he was okay after he went though his ordeal. Who else could he depend on in that capacity. Not a single living person that was not his parents.
Dick felt guilt, though, as he knew that it probably took a lot of self control for Dragomir to stop themself from trying to help him. So much self control in fact that Dragomir probably caused themself to bleed just stopping themself from doing so. Dick respected resolve like that though. It showed internal strength that couldn't be found easily in people. The strength born from a harder than usual life. He then saw Dragomir try to touch him but draw back almost as if they were scared of touching him. Dick found it quite interesting and funny as he appreciated the gesture but he probably would have much preferred Dragomir actually not hold back there.
"Dragomir I am not made of porcelain, dont worry.... I'm fine. Its not like I could die from you just touching me"
Dick went to do his signature poke on Dragomir's cheek. This was done not as some sort of greeting, but more of an attempt to cheer Dragomir up.