Dick was grateful for their friendship. He hadn't had a lot of that back home, not really. It was nice to have someone in his life he could just be around and know they were friends. He'd have Richie's back, and he knew it would be returned. Loyalty, friendship, someone who wasn't tainted by Gotham's clusterfuck of darkness. Richie had his own fair share of issues and there'd been some sort of killer clown involved. They were both kind of messes but it worked. Yeah. He liked this.
"You're gonna regret making that suggestion," Dick said with a little smirk. God, if he tried to embroider something he'd probably end up sewing it to himself or something. Maybe Barbara could do it. "It'll probably just be a cloth with something drawn on it in sharpie."
Getting down to business, he could tell that Richie was on the cusp of a decision. "Hey, look at you go," he said, and gave him a pat on the back. "You did it. Now you can breathe again. The next part is all about you and Eddie. That should be easier, right? Just telling him how you feel."