Dick has no real sense for where he is in the bed either, since it's an unfamiliar space and it's so dark that it would take some effort to get a good idea of the logistics, and really it's not something that he's concerned about, even in his deepest sleep he wouldn't roll off of the bed by accident, and wherever he intentionally moves his instincts would kick in to manage. None of that matters anyway when Barbara just gazes at him in the darkness, so quietly at first that it's hard for him to know what must be going through her mind at this particular moment.
The sigh, and the lack of movement on her part, tell him what he needs to know, and extrapolating from that he thinks he's imagining exactly the cant of her eyebrows, the press of her lips, a conflict in her eyes. The harder part is knowing what's the right thing to do when she's grappling with complicated feelings that he really has no basis for himself, as much as he can try to put himself in her shoes and think about what it would be like if their positions were reversed.
His own sigh is softer, not frustrated with either her or himself, just at this whole situation, no one had any control over that, and all he can do here is what feels right. Which is reaching out with his free hand to brush the back of his fingers lightly across her jaw and cheek, gentle and affectionate, brief enough that he hopes it won't cause her a whole new flutter of indecision.
"Wherever you want to be, Babs, you'll always have a place right here."
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The sigh, and the lack of movement on her part, tell him what he needs to know, and extrapolating from that he thinks he's imagining exactly the cant of her eyebrows, the press of her lips, a conflict in her eyes. The harder part is knowing what's the right thing to do when she's grappling with complicated feelings that he really has no basis for himself, as much as he can try to put himself in her shoes and think about what it would be like if their positions were reversed.
His own sigh is softer, not frustrated with either her or himself, just at this whole situation, no one had any control over that, and all he can do here is what feels right. Which is reaching out with his free hand to brush the back of his fingers lightly across her jaw and cheek, gentle and affectionate, brief enough that he hopes it won't cause her a whole new flutter of indecision.
"Wherever you want to be, Babs, you'll always have a place right here."