Yeah. All right. [He gingerly takes a seat, passing the time mostly by gaping around at all the sleek corners, the tastefully decorated art, and most often, the TV so large it almost takes up one wall. He'd probably cut off a finger for a TV like that.
When Dick comes back he's still got his fist tucked under his arm, a bit more tightly now. He doesn't want to admit it's hurting worse than it was before.] Here. [Slowly he pulls his hand out for Dick to look at. It's bloodier now, and his T-shirt's stained red where he clenched his fist against it. He hasn't tried unballing his fist, mostly because when he tried on the way here... it REALLY hurt.]
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When Dick comes back he's still got his fist tucked under his arm, a bit more tightly now. He doesn't want to admit it's hurting worse than it was before.] Here. [Slowly he pulls his hand out for Dick to look at. It's bloodier now, and his T-shirt's stained red where he clenched his fist against it. He hasn't tried unballing his fist, mostly because when he tried on the way here... it REALLY hurt.]