[Hayley definitely understood the idea of not talking about things at home, but she worried that only made Dick more like her and she was trying to stray away from the empathy without losing her friend. The girl shifted quietly as he was speaking to the foot of his bed, leaning against the board at the foot and pulling her knees to her chest. The position made her look more her age and small size than she usually did. She moved the taser from her lap to beside her, toward the inside of the bed, and continued to watch him as he spoke.]

"Sometimes not talking about things is good, but most of the time? It sucks. I mean, not consciously, maybe? But in the long-term." [She bit her lower lip again, trying not to ignore anything or let it become too uncomfortable.] "Can I ask about how you--"

[The inmate glanced down at her communicator, picking it up and reading. She looked up at Dick.] "Capa said he wants to stop by to make sure I'm okay and that you're not like, twisting my arm or using my communicator or something. Then he's fine with me staying. Is that okay? He can be like, totally overprotective.. But I kind of appreciate that? I think I need it sometimes, so I'd rather have it than not."