Yeah, sure. [Dick could take a hint - every once and a while anyway - and he knew he was sort of hovering to the point of being a pain in the ass. Of course, he still had to follow him upstairs, but as soon as they arrived at the door to the bedroom, Dick moved off farther down the hall to finish the search, leaving the inmate to do whatever he needed to.
He still had questions, and the detective inside him was starting to nag at him to ask said questions, but he wasn't going to. Again, he wasn't Bruce, and this wasn't even real life. Counterparts, just a projection, whatever it was, if Costigan wanted to talk about it, fine. If he didn't, Dick wasn't going to push him unless it became a problem.]
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He still had questions, and the detective inside him was starting to nag at him to ask said questions, but he wasn't going to. Again, he wasn't Bruce, and this wasn't even real life. Counterparts, just a projection, whatever it was, if Costigan wanted to talk about it, fine. If he didn't, Dick wasn't going to push him unless it became a problem.]