Duo's worldview changed, narrowing down to focus on one thing. His pupils constricted with surprise, filling his eyes with blue once more. An improvement over shell-shocked black.
Dick's face was a better thing to look at.
He dragged in a sharp breath and became aware of hands bracketing his face, holding his head still. Duo's own hands came up, catching hold of Dick's wrists -- his grip was just wide enough to encircle them completely, but not by much.
Dick was still talking. Duo realized with a start that the words actually made sense, forming meaning in the white noise. "Hey, Dick," he said finally, very softly, "you know you're the only person that actually calls me by my name?"
Then he began to laugh. It wasn't cracked and it wasn't hysterical, it was just a low heartbroken chuckle.