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The doctors would keep the amnesiac Dick Grayson another day for observation but aside from still not remembering his identity, his brainscans were good so they eventually released him into Hartley's care. He was the only visitor the man had received and no one had thus far reported a man matching Dick's description missing unfortunately.

So as they stood there outside the lobby of the ER, the former Rogue found himself hesitating. What now? He couldn't just take the man home like he was a stray. That would be both presumptions and just a little bit creepy.

"So...what now? Do you want to go find your car? Maybe we'll get lucky and there's some kind of identification in it? You didn't have a wallet on you, after all. I sometimes forget to grab mine too so maybe it's just waiting for you stuck between two seats?" He was babbling a little and he knew it. "Or we can go clothes."

Piper shot Dick a wry smile. The shirt he'd picked out for the man was probably a size too small and was distractingly tight around his shoulders. But at least he couldn't really go wrong with sweatpants, right?

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When the touch wasn’t rejected, Piper continued to stoke his thumb along the skin of Dick’s wrist. He was curious about the occasional scar he felt along the man’s skin but thought it too rude to ask. Not to mention it would be pointless considering Dick’s current amnestic state.

The charming man’s jesting words dragged a laugh from Piper and this time, it was a real one, not a strained or self-abashed chuckle. “No, let’s avoid the exploding scenery from here on out. Last thing I want to do is go through introducing myself all over again.

He leaned forward over the table slightly and tucked an errant strand of dark hair back from Dick’s forehead and in doing so, the pads of his fingers brushed the man’s forehead affectionately.

“No more bumps to the head for you, huh?” An undercurrent of huskiness could be heard as Hartley silently reveled in the contact between them.

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Dick blinked, under the elegant fingers, lips parting and eyes lightening with the pleasure of it. It didn't even occur to him to be embarrassed by the touch; instead, he smiled, almost happily.

"I'd really hate to forget you, so, yeah. Completely agreed."

He swallowed, because his own voice had come out lower, warmer than he generally meant it to. But not more so than he wanted.

He took a sip from his coffee, watching the redhead, then, quietly. "Hartley..."

Swallow, because he words he wanted to say scattered from him like baby crabs across the sand.

"If I have to go back to Gotham, will you come visit, once in a while? I mean, I'll be showing up here, too, but... you know."