[ wow! he thought the previous a lot was a lot! this is a lot lot!

there's the detective in dick that's taking everything in, filing it away to understand, to go through, to try and see if there's anything junpei wasn't saying so he can see the patterns and get the full picture. to know everything that makes junpei-- well, junpei. that paranoid part of him that's used to knowing everything about everyone.

but it's not the important part of this. junpei seeming awkward and unsure is, and dick isn't sure what to say. he moves, fluid, so that instead of tucked against him he's rolled sort of on top of him-- he's braced against the deck and not junpei himself, but it's still very close. ]

Nope. [ blunt; he figures lightening the mood is in order ] It's fine. You're doing all the sharing at once so now you never have to again, is that it? [ again, he's trying to joke. he leans back a bit, so he's not crowding junpei as much. the guy clearly wants a subject change, but with that on his mind, dick can only really think of one thing: ] Had a kid time travel back in time to change history not that long ago. Forty years in the past, and I keep wondering how he hasn't erased his own existence yet.

[ ... time travel is wild, is his point. ]