"Would you have told me what was going on if you weren't like this?" He asked sincerely. Dick knew things were going to go south if he didn't pull back, so he agreed with a nod and folded his arms comfortably. "I'll ask you once. Do you want me to wait? I can stop now if you'll talk to me later...I want to help you, Clark." His intentions were good, even if his timing was skewed. He was going to try and hold off with the questions until he got a fair answer. "If you want me too, I'll leave it alone." He did flinch a little at the fact that Clark was questioning his trust, and he offered a forced grin as he backed down a little. Dick sank down to sit on the edge of the rooftop. "This was a bad idea wasn't it. I'm starting to sound like him." He sighed in frustration and folded his arms as he looked down at the city and watched the glittering lights from cars and store fronts. He was doing exactly what Bruce would do, and it wasn't the way Dick operated.
Clark was afraid of flying, ironic that Dick loved heights and he was the one who could go splat. But he was starting to accept that he might be just a little bit of a masochist. Dick fidgeted with one of his wrist cuffs that was chafing against his skin. "You remember that Kryptonian story I was telling you about?" He finally asked after letting a few minutes of silence pass between them.