You're very wise. Truth is, I'm not sure I care about being loved much at all, at times. I'd rather be out there turning tricks, uh, to put it one way, but not that way. I don't expect him to fling himself into paroxysms over me, I actually wish he wouldn't because then he'd be much healthier for it.

I kind of want to go find a rainbow to run on and see where it ends, or search the ruins of the other nations for leftover prizes, or ... or sit with Sleipnir and taste new meats together from the vendors. I have no idea how to stop Dick being miserable when I'm still angry and find it difficult to concentrate on dealing with a topic I don't enjoy.

[ Hands lifting, he gives a What Now shrug. ]

Chaos only heals by accident, and mine never really end that well.