[Everyone had left. Dick was in the hospital, and there was nothing he could do. All the money and power in the world and still he had limits. He was getting the best care, and now it was just a waiting came. Dick would have to do the rest. But he'd be there, even though he had so little regard for himself that he wondered why anyone would want him present; he couldn't turn his back. He'd done so much wrong that he couldn't bear the weight of even more guilt upon his shoulders.
He was in the Cave because it was familiar, despite everything, and he didn't know where else to be. At least here, he could be alone. Solitude had always, always been easier.
When Clark arrived he looked up, distracted, dark shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep and his face tight with worry. He barely managed a smile.] You didn't have to do that.