It is fine. And Dick suspects that it would all be clearer if he wasn't so completely exhausted, he'd still be worrying, overthinking things that just yesterday he thought were actually finally settled for good, but he'd probably be better able to put those circular, unhelpful second thoughts aside. He can't help it, Barbara's still dodging it a little, which is also fine, and not at all surprising, that's what she does when she's still processing. Retreat to logic, prioritize practical responses, he gets it. She's not wrong. And honestly? Nothing he doubts that anything he says at this point would change much.

Except possibly digging him into a hole that he definitely doesn't need on top of every other challenge he's got in front of him. He'll pass.

His expression doesn't fall as much as it shifts into acceptance, even if he did try to push the issue it wouldn't get anyone anywhere, and they'll both be better off for sleeping on all of this first. Just giving it time to settle has to be the best approach, as hard as it is for him to not do something. She knows how restless he can get.

"I'll try."

As if that's going to be hard. The real challenge is sliding onto one side of the bed, stretched out on his back, and closing his eyes without slipping toward unconsciousness. He absolutely could have slept on the floor, or in a chair, pretty much wherever he could close his eyes for a few minutes.

But he won't. Not until Barbara's made it back to the bed and settled herself in at least.