The nightgown is pretty, actually, and if Dick was thinking about his own chocobo t-shirt and matching shorts he might have felt under dressed, but as it is his attention is instead on how lovely she is, again, and how sharp these little moments can be when he pulls back on the urge to reach out to her. Whether that's to tug her into his arms or to kiss her, any of that would definitely be overstepping while they're still figuring out what all of this means for them. As if he doesn't already know exactly what he wants, what he's always wanted, and how little it changes no matter how strange and complicated their situation might be, but then this is all actually pretty simple for him. Barbara's the one who has a lot to work through, and he's not going to make that harder on her.

"I mean, I could put a couple of pillows down there..." Said in a lighthearted tone, despite it only being a half-joke at most, and they both know it. Yes, he would. If they weren't here he'd even offer to get another room, if it would make things easier, but right now it would be difficult to deny that he doesn't want to let her out of his sight just yet. Let alone try to sleep in an otherwise empty room, that wouldn't be very restful no matter how exhausted he is right now.

It hasn't been that long, comparatively, but it didn't take many nights at all for him to get used to curling up with Barbara in bed or on the couch, usually with Haley.

"Do I look that bad?"

He's not quite covering up all of the bruises now, and he probably does look tired so... maybe he does.