Does it help that they've been through a couple of incidents that were at least similar in some ways? Dick isn't sure. He's been thinking about it though, ever since he learned about that much time that was lost, because of course it would remind him of the whiplash of regaining memories and trying to grasp at the nebulous time that happened while they were gone. This is much more stark than that, a sudden shift between Bludhaven and then this place, with no real sense for how far he's been or how it happened or anything that apparently happened previously. At the very least he can admit easily enough that this is better than losing an entire lifetime. Again.

"No, but..."

He exhales a slow, heavier breath, his chest rising and falling with it, and he does close his eyes for a few seconds. A part of him doesn't want to sleep, no matter how thoroughly exhausted he is, as if that would make any difference as far as whether he would wake up here or somewhere else, or gain or lose any more memories. From what he understands people can appear and disappear at any moment, without any warning, but it seems unlikely that he would be subjected to that so soon.

"It's never been easy," he finally sighs, tipping his head down just a fraction to brush a light, brief kiss to Barbara's forehead. Gentle, affectionate, more emotional than he really intended it to be, but nothing with any awkward intent. Honestly he's too tired to teasingly flirt anyway, this is all raw and honest.