( the most shocking thing about when he wakes up, is how not shitty he feels.
tim has healed him on occasion, small and secretive things under bed covers and when bruce can't see them, taking pity on heavier wounds from sparring. he isn't anti bending per say, bruce just doesn't like the idea of natural combatants to every bending, that whoever you are, you have a weakness everyone knows the second you shoot fire out of your hands. anyway. dick can recognize a water healer's touch easily enough, and he has the vague memories of it pouring back into the deep corners of his mind - the avatar healing him, asami soto at the front door, mako carrying him, and.
he shares glances with his unconscious form at his bedside, uncomfortably caved in on himself, sleeping sitting up. he was worried, dick can remember that much. he didn't hesitate to pick him up, although dick would never have imagined he'd just walk by - forgetting their own strange, short history ( history? ), mako just isn't the kind of person to leave someone on their deathbed. a part of him is disappointed, entirely in himself, because he hates imposing on mako like this. if there was another way, he would've been sure to take it. instead he's. making mako's life harder, again. giving another reason to crease the lines of his frown. more weight on his shoulders.
dick is considerate not to move, noting where they touch, and that any sudden move would wake mako which - isn't an option. the guy barely looks like he sleeps at all, dick can afford him a few hours of peace and quiet, gathering some shut eye. eventually he moves himself carefully, light as air, to slide his had out from mako's grasp. the blanket dick had been snuggled in gets lovingly draped around his shoulders, although it's more for comfort than warmth. firebenders really aren't lacking in that department.
if he wanted mako to sleep even more, he probably shouldn't have moved. but. he isn't someone who can just sit in bed and watch the guy he likes sleep. isn't possible. mako wakes up a little bit later, without the feeling of dick's chi to sing him lullabies, and dick is just poised in the window, sitting airily on the frame. )
Sorry. ( he blurts out, first and foremost, once he sees mako awake. embarrassed, he rubs the back of his neck. ) I didn't mean to put all this on you. But I really, really appreciate your help. Thanks, Meeks.
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tim has healed him on occasion, small and secretive things under bed covers and when bruce can't see them, taking pity on heavier wounds from sparring. he isn't anti bending per say, bruce just doesn't like the idea of natural combatants to every bending, that whoever you are, you have a weakness everyone knows the second you shoot fire out of your hands. anyway. dick can recognize a water healer's touch easily enough, and he has the vague memories of it pouring back into the deep corners of his mind - the avatar healing him, asami soto at the front door, mako carrying him, and.
he shares glances with his unconscious form at his bedside, uncomfortably caved in on himself, sleeping sitting up. he was worried, dick can remember that much. he didn't hesitate to pick him up, although dick would never have imagined he'd just walk by - forgetting their own strange, short history ( history? ), mako just isn't the kind of person to leave someone on their deathbed. a part of him is disappointed, entirely in himself, because he hates imposing on mako like this. if there was another way, he would've been sure to take it. instead he's. making mako's life harder, again. giving another reason to crease the lines of his frown. more weight on his shoulders.
dick is considerate not to move, noting where they touch, and that any sudden move would wake mako which - isn't an option. the guy barely looks like he sleeps at all, dick can afford him a few hours of peace and quiet, gathering some shut eye. eventually he moves himself carefully, light as air, to slide his had out from mako's grasp. the blanket dick had been snuggled in gets lovingly draped around his shoulders, although it's more for comfort than warmth. firebenders really aren't lacking in that department.
if he wanted mako to sleep even more, he probably shouldn't have moved. but. he isn't someone who can just sit in bed and watch the guy he likes sleep. isn't possible. mako wakes up a little bit later, without the feeling of dick's chi to sing him lullabies, and dick is just poised in the window, sitting airily on the frame. )
Sorry. ( he blurts out, first and foremost, once he sees mako awake. embarrassed, he rubs the back of his neck. ) I didn't mean to put all this on you. But I really, really appreciate your help. Thanks, Meeks.