Almost as soon as he spoke, a blur of dark clothing hurled itself across the room at him, and it was only his Bat reflexes that allowed him to remain upright as Damian attached himself like a spider monkey. "Whoa, Dami, miss me?"
It wasn't a frequent occurrence that he would be show such affection by Damian, so naturally Dick made the most of it, hugging back tight and storing away the memory that would be pointedly denied in a few moments' time.
Two hugs in one day. Maybe Space Head had decided it was his Birthday.
"Yes please, TimTam" Dick called back, relieved to hear his brother sounding so calm. Obviously the high road had been taken on this occasion.