Jason had no idea what he was doing, showing up at Dick's place like a lost puppy. To be honest, he didn't even have an excuse prepared. He didn't even have an excuse for himself.

The thing was...the thing was, he just kind of found himself...missing Dick, for lack of a better word, since he'd stayed over that night at Jason's place.

He had half a mind to bolt while he still could.

Before he could cut and run, though, Dick opened the door.

"Jay!" he said, his face breaking into a bright smile. And then. "Oh yeah, shit, I forgot to give you back your clothes. Come in, I'll get them."

Right. He apparently didn't need to worry about having an excuse to come over when Dick would find one for him.

Dick came back with the clothes. "I washed them for you."

"Thanks."

"Hey," Dick said, before he could even turn to go. "Do you wanna stay? I just ordered pizza and I was gonna watch a movie, but that's, uhh, fucking boring by myself."

Somehow Jason found himself saying, "Uh, okay," and letting himself be led to the couch.

And that was how he ended up later in the evening staring blankly at the TV, not processing a goddamn thing happening on the screen while Dick slept on his shoulder, curled tightly against his side.

How he kept becoming Dick's pillow, he did not know, but if this was gonna become a thing, he would— he would...probably continue to let it happen. Dick looked comfortable, okay? It was probably some sort of sin to needlessly wake him up.

Dick's phone rang.

"Uh?" Dick said hazily. "Shit." He leaned forward and snatched the phone off of the coffee table. "What?" He asked into the phone with a long sigh, settling back against Jason and laying his head back on his shoulder, closing his eyes again.

Jason couldn't hear what was being said on the other side of the phone, but Dick responded, "I dozed off watching a movie. I have somebody over right now."

There was a pause as the other person spoke before Dick opened his eyes and peeked up at Jason. "Uh...I don't think so? I mean I'd be down, but uh...no probably not."

This time there was barely a pause before Dick was saying, "I resent the implications of that wording."

"Oh fuck off — what did you even call me for? I know it wasn't this."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Just let me know exactly when closer to. Now can I—" there was a pause and then Dick snorted. "Exactly. That. Love you, talk to you later."

Dick hung up the phone and tossed it to the couch beside himself before worming his hand between Jason's arm and his chest to curl around his bicep. "What'd I miss while I was asleep?"

Jason tried to think of the movie and what the hell had been happening on the screen, tried to think of anything at all besides Dick's hand around his arm, Dick's cheek resting on his shoulder, Dick's hair brushing his neck, Dick's body, warm and soft, pressed up against his side, anything besides just Dick, Dick, Dick. And he came up utterly blank.

"Uh. You didn't miss much. This movie kind of sucks," he muttered. To be fair, that totally could have been true, Jason just had no fucking idea.

Dick just laughed. "Okay, well in that case I'm going back to sleep."

• ◇ •

Dick couldn't have been more ecstatic when Jason had come to him a few days after his realization and subsequent days of...well, plotting just sounded nefarious, didn't it?

Dick was not plotting. He just...had plans. Which involved seeing Jason as often as possible. He wasn't planning to...seduce Jason, that also sounded so nefarious, just, well, he'd realized he was into Jason, and Jason just kind of barely tolerated him, so he was going to spend an awful lot of time enjoying his company and let the whole 'proximity breeds affection' idea do the rest of the work. He wasn't necessarily expecting it to work to the extent that Jason would actually return his feelings, he just wanted Jason to actually like him. But he definitely wouldn't complain if it did end up working that well. Just. On the off chance. Not that he was hoping for that or anything.

His joy when Jason showed up was a little dulled when he realized that Jason had just come to get his clothes back, but Dick was not one for giving up and he knew how to think on his feet. Honestly, he'd thought it might take a bit of pleading to get Jason to agree to stay — which he was absolutely prepared to do — but his earlier delight had quickly been rekindled when Jason had immediately (if a bit hesitantly) agreed.

To be clear, Dick was not prepared to stoop to pleading because he was desperate — no no no, far from it — but he had plans, and he'd be damned if a silly thing like his pride was going to stop him from getting what he wanted.

And he considered himself pretty successful with getting what he wanted when he managed to curl up against Jason's side with no complaints. He hadn't intended to doze off, but Jason was just so warm and comfortable and before Dick had even realized he'd fallen asleep, his eyes were snapping open to the sound of his phone ringing. Because of course somebody had to interrupt. Ugh.

"Shit." He grabbed his phone and settled back into his cozy spot, shutting his eyes again as he picked up. "What?" He asked, a little more peevishly than whoever it was really deserved.

"Hey," came Wally's voice through the phone. "Am I interrupting something?"

Dick immediately felt bad. Of course Wally wasn't trying to interrupt. "I dozed off watching a movie. I have somebody over right now."

"Oh yeah? Like a date?"

Dick tried to peek subtly up at Jason. "Uh...I don't think so? I mean I'd be down, but uh...no probably not."

Wally sighed. "Oh Dickie, why do you do this to yourself?"

"I resent the implications of that wording."

"It's true, you just go handing your heart to people and then they break it without even realizing they were holding it."

Ouch okay Wally knew him way too well. "Oh fuck off — what did you even call me for? I know it wasn't this."

"Just wanted to see if you were down to have dinner with me, Donna, and Garth the last weekend of the month?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Just let me know exactly when closer to. Now can I—"

"Get back to your Olympic level pining? Your emotional masochism?"

Dick snorted. "Exactly. That. Love you, talk to you later." He hung up and tossed the phone to the couch beside himself before as casually as possible worming his hand between Jason's arm and his chest to curl posessively around his bicep. Jason didn't react. Nice. "What'd I miss while I was asleep?"

Jason took a minute before answering. Shit, maybe he was uncomfortable. 

"Uh. You didn't miss much. This movie kind of sucks," he eventually muttered.

Dick laughed, relieved. Oh, Jason just hadn't wanted to sound like a dick. Well he was used to Jason's bluntness, and he really didn't mind. "Okay, well in that case I'm going back to sleep."

Oh yes, Dick was liking his plans quite a lot if they had him cuddled up against Jason for a couple hours.