[Dick had spent the first fourteen hours or so after port dead asleep, and it had taken another hour or so before he felt up to actually being up and around in any sense of the phrase. Buffy had the good fortune of dropping by while he was mobile. He'd showered and thrown on a worn out Hudson University t-shirt and sweatpants, and had been considering crawling back in bed when he hears someone at the door.
He opens the door, and manages a genuine smile when he sees who it is. He still looks exhausted and battered, but he's in one piece, so that's something.]
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He opens the door, and manages a genuine smile when he sees who it is. He still looks exhausted and battered, but he's in one piece, so that's something.]
Hi.