Roy grinned and nodded. ”Sounds good to me.” He shut the bedroom door, monitor in hand, then picked Dick up because yes he could. He carried him the rest of the way and sat down with him on his lap, then changed the tv from movie to cable. He handed Dick the remote and wrapped his arms around him from behind, snuggling into him because he really wanted to. He didn’t want to think of the new scar he had on his stomach. He didn’t want to think about Spirit yelping out in pain. He didn’t want to close his eyes and see Blondie’s crying eyes. He wanted to hold onto Dick and snuggle into him, he wanted him to remind him of reality. That Blondie’s tears have been dried up for hours. That Roy had healed Spirit enough for him to fly to the training house and rest up. That Green was no longer bleeding. That Silver knew she didn’t have to be afraid anymore. That the terrible man that had practically terrorized them individually was behind bars. That somehow, this man never got a hold of Dick, and that he could be thankful for that. He came up and let his chin rest on Dick’s shoulder so he could whisper in his ear. ”I love you, Birdie. I love you very much.” He smiled and kissed his cheek, then rested his head on his shoulder as he watched the screen.
Dick was seriously glad that he decided to go sit on the couch with him. Simply being with him was something he so desperately wanted to do. Seeing as they had jobs still aside from Daniella.. Time was something they did not have much of for one another. So he held onto him until they got to the couch, and snuggled back into him once they settled down. He flipped through some channels, and of course- Landed on an old sitcom that was still pretty funny. He blinked when he felt the archer’s chin on his shoulder, and turned his head a little right when he kissed his cheek. “I love you too.?” Er, odd. But ok. He laid back and watched the show for a little while longer in silence with him, then sighed and sat up more. He turned in the archer’s arms so he could face him, his hands resting on the other’s arms. “Sweetie, are you alright.? I know you said that work wasn’t going well, but is there anything I can do to help.? Get more officers in the area, patrol around there more.? And hey- I want to help you to. Dick to Roy, not Nightwing to Red Arrow. Alright.? Just know I’m here for whatever comfort I can give.”