Dick is far too deeply unconscious to know exactly how Barbara ended up curled against him, if there was some mutual shifting that brought them closer until they were that close or if she reached out for him, but all that really matters is that when she does burrow in against the warmth of his chest it's pure instinct to slide his arms around her. It settles him in a way that nothing else can, even when he's this deeply asleep, and while he would have been fully capable of sleeping without that it's definitely more restful sleep than he would have gotten otherwise. Despite the noises, despite where they are, despite everything that's happened in such a short amount of time.

This is home, no matter where he is.

It's not a stifling sort of grasp though, he's not clinging, just holding. Eventually there might be some subconscious, affectionate nuzzling against her hair or her cheek or her shoulder, wherever his face happens to be, as he slides a little closer toward consciousness, but it's very unlikely that he's going to be the first one to wake up this time.

As if he's ever eager to drag himself out of bed when Barbara is with him.