“I’m fairly sure he can’t read minds. If he can, that’s news to me!” He shakes his head, leaning back in his seat at the others words. “I think having to communicate properly scares everyone. Having to start an uncomfortable conversation? Not anyone’s favorite thing to do. And that’s why not many people do it at all. It’s the main reason relationships don’t work out. So if you want things to work out with Damian in the long run, you’ve gotta start it, Dick. It’s gotta be you.”
“why do you make so much sense..?” Dick sighs, finally letting his head fall fully onto the table in front of them. It makes a soft thud, but he hardly cares. This would be so much easier if he hadn’t left a relationship behind. What had he been thinking? Nevermind, it had probably been pretty stupid.
Ned chuckles, ruffling his friends hair as his head laid on the table. “I dunno… This stuff just kinda comes out…” He sighs, leaning on his hand. “Alright. Time to be blunt, dude. Talk to me. Tell me exactly how you feel, right this second. We’re gonna figure out the fuckery that is your life at this moment. Don’t even hesitate. Just talk.”
“Exactly how I feel?” He lifts his head just enough to prop his chin up on the wood. “I feel like I’m a stranger in my own life. I feel awkward. I feel pressure. And I’m scared of what I used to be. I’m tired of nightmares, tired of expectations, tired of the brightest memory in my head being death. And I am constantly craving blueberries. Like-is my body trying to make up for a lack of ‘em or what?
He laughs at the last part, not surprised that Dick would crack a joke at the end. “Maybe, I remember you having them quite often before.” Thinking about the rest of what his friend had admitted, he sighs. “All of that other stuff though… I think most of it is going to take time. The nightmares, I think you had before. That memory has been prominent your whole life, I know that much. But the rest? That’ll take time and effort.”