Dick had big dreams. Or at least, they'd been big for him. Simple, probably, to most. He once thought he'd leave Wassail as soon as he was old enough to go out on his own. Things changed when he not only fell in love with the town, but also when his grandmother's health conditions shifted into not being the greatest. He felt it was his place to step in, to be a fixture in the town and stay put. That didn't mean it was the same for his first love, Barbara, and he couldn't expect it to be. Letting her go had left his heart cracked. The pieces were still there, but just barely split apart. He could smile, be happy, even go on dates here and there, but there was still something that was missing. Someone.
And that someone, apparently, was much closer than he thought. Dick heard the sound of someone cry out and turned, just in time to see her fall. Without even thinking he ran over to her and knelt down on the ground. "Babs -- Barbara, are you okay?" He helped her sit up. "Let me help you." And soon he was helping her stand again. The familiar feel of her warmth, the weight of her body in his arms, the scent of her hair. Damn. He wasn't over her at all. Not even the slightest bit, no matter how much he told himself he was. She hadn't even spoken yet but he knew the sound of her voice would get him, too.
"H-Hey," he said, a boyish smile appearing on his lips.