Spaaaam <3

[Dick sighed, frustrated. He didn't know what he could do to help, especially if he couldn't really talk. He leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and rubbed a hand over his eyes, careful not to touch his still healing nose more then he had to. Sure, this might have - in some ways - been better then desperately trying to find something to do to keep busy or something, but it sort of sucked that the flood was impeding his ability to try and help with whatever was bothering her, let alone communicating with anyone in general.

When she opened the door, he tried smiling reassuringly, once again carefully picking his words before speaking.] It's going to be okay.