[ there's a sigh from dick as he heads back to his work bench to hide a flash of irritation. he knows it's irrational-- junpei isn't at fault for anything that happened here, and he's obviously trying to offer sympathy in his own way, but it's.

dick knows all that. maybe more than most. and-- and he hadn't wanted to talk (think) about Wally or heroism or anything relating to that, especially today. not after--
he just sighs again and smiles, a bit wry. ]

It's not about that. Even if he'd died any other way... [ he shakes his head ] He's not the first to make that choice. But I miss my best friend. That's it.

[ it's a combination of other things, too, but in the purest sense, right now, hearing his name just feels like a raw, open wound. ]