"Give or take a few days." Go figure it took him being too sick to move physically to finally get some relaxing in. " Everything going on, I didn't even notice how far apart we were.." He sighed in frustration and put down his tea cup with a slight shake of his unsteady hand. He was tired again. He rested his chin against his chair and smiled a little, though it was a bit more strained then before. The time warp thing was doing a number on his head as he tried to mentally figured out how old that made her. Then she laughed and he perked up slightly.
At her touch there was a warmth to his eyes that rarely touched his face these days. He'd been so stressed out. "Are you sure you didn't fall asleep in those lessons? I did once. i think that was why he never let me back in the kitchen again after the blender incident. There was only a little on the ceiling." dick shrugged. He must have been about eight when he tried to help out and everything backfired-literally. "Alfie didn't appreciate my culinary expertise. Everyone's a critic. " He tried for exasperated but he was drained so he didn't know what his expressions were panning out to be.
The tiny ring slipped out of his boxer short pocket when she touched it. It was gold and simple, and for a half second Dick had no idea what she was talking about until he turned to face her and saw the glittering item. "..That's what you should have said when I tried to give it to you." He didn't make a move to take it back, but there was a certain pain in his eyes. He looked down at his feet and stood up. It took effort, but he was too worried to stay seated now that the cat was out of the bag.