[Dick didn't know what to do with himself. Usually, he'd go out on patrol, try and clear his head, or bother someone about doing something, or just... find something else to do. But he couldn't do that here, especially when he was hurt and tired, and probably coming down with something at this point, because he really did feel kind of like shit, especially after this.

He appreciated what she was saying, even if it was stuff he already knew. He'd sort of come to terms with what had happened, more or less, in that he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was alive and more or less okay, he'd just never talked to anyone about it before. Or admitted that it happened.

Still, the empathy was appreciated, and Dick was smart enough to know that it could easily come from a place of experience, but he wasn't going to push her into talking or anything. God knows he knew it sucked to get into this stuff.]

I know. [He scrubbed a hand over his face again, managing an incredibly shaky smile, which was pretty unconvincing.] I just... haven't talked to anyone about it. So.

[He paused for another minute.] Don't tell Tim about this, okay? He's got enough to worry about already without thinking I'm going to have a breakdown or something.