[Slightly taller though Dick might have been, he curled into his king's touch like the tiny kid he had once been, still a bit skinny and very much in need of the comfort.]

[It took him a couple of minutes to stop shaking or crying, and a couple more before he thought of something to say. Slowly, his fingers let go of Wally's shirt, and rose up to brush the side of the ginger's neck.]

All thanks to you.

But while my body is free... [The smile was very small and tentative. Shy, even.] I don't think my heart is.