"Sure, yeah." Dick almost seemed to startle when Hartley let go, and asked, but he started towards the trunk promptly and without a sign of reluctance. The shortish walk was still a time of silence when Dick had managed to sink in his thoughts, the linked hands his anchor, and he... was not making much sense of what he knew about himself. Little bits and pieces, flashes and feelings that just didn't add up.

Here-and-now. Focus on the here-and-now, he told himself, and, by the time he slipped into the passenger seat, a 'light' version of his smile was back in his eyes.

"Thanks. For... having patience with me." Oh, yes, his thoughts not making sense reminded him that it was the case. Patience. "Doesn't seem to be something I do very well with."