A week. A week of getting to see Dickie, getting to meet up with the man for lunches and ruffle dark brown hair just to prove that he was tall enough to do so now. A week of easy laughter and playful wrestling and....okay, maybe there had been a few sappy grins and blushes when 'Little Wing' was used, but his crush on the older man had been something he was used to hiding even before his death.

But it was also a week of not being able to climb through Tim's window. A week since he'd been able to coax Tim to bed at a proper hour with kisses and promises of more. A week since he'd been able to wake up slowly, Tim wrapped around his chest like the little limpet that he could be when he wasn't paying attention. No meals eaten together on the couch, TV on in the background while they bounced ideas back and forth over whatever Jason had made that night.

All they had were little stolen moments. He loved his brother, but he missed his boyfriend (even if he was pretty sure that his boyfriend also loved their brother.) But even so, stealing little moments for themselves wasn't exactly a hardship. He chuckled, low and gravely against Tim's neck as he shifted his grip on the younger boy's thigh so that he was more cupping his ass than anything else.

"Mmm, yeah. But you like it when I'm a bastard." He grinned, pulling back just enough for Tim to see the expression before he was leaning back in for-

Nothing. His lips never met Tim's. In fact, a hand on his jacket hauled him back hard enough to pull a strangled sound from him, his eyes widening in shock as he scrambled for one of the guns that rode on his thighs. It fit in his palm like a second part of himself and he had it up and aimed in barely a breath...but the shot never came. Instead, his eyes widened and the gun lowered, Dick's name just starting to form on his lips before that escrima caught him hard in his kidney.

The sound that came out of him at that voltage was strangled and unpleasant, his gun skidding over the rooftop as he jerked.