[It's for the best, really. Dick was totally not above lying about how badly he'd fucked himself up, so being asked more than once what had happened was totally legitimate. As is though, he's too worn to bother lying, and he tried to find the words to explain how much he appreciated that he'd come down because he'd asked. He didn't have to, and he certainly didn't have to have listened to him, or be here right now helping.
Maybe once the buzz brought on by exhaustion was gone, he could focus properly and explain better. Or maybe he should just leave it at that. Either way, he was glad he had his back, and was definitely going to have Dean's next time the situation called for it.
He hesitated for a long moment before dry swallowing the pills, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute when Dean started cleaning and tending to the gash. The story was appreciated, and gave him something to think about other than getting stitches without a local anesthetic. It was kind of weird, to be on the other end of this sort of treatment, and he chuckled a little when he was done, flashing a grin.]
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Maybe once the buzz brought on by exhaustion was gone, he could focus properly and explain better. Or maybe he should just leave it at that. Either way, he was glad he had his back, and was definitely going to have Dean's next time the situation called for it.
He hesitated for a long moment before dry swallowing the pills, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute when Dean started cleaning and tending to the gash. The story was appreciated, and gave him something to think about other than getting stitches without a local anesthetic. It was kind of weird, to be on the other end of this sort of treatment, and he chuckled a little when he was done, flashing a grin.]
That's one hell of a war story?