He awoke to a birdsong. Smaller fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp slightly, a soft slow song and the smell of clean denim; turning his head into the fingers he nuzzles Dick's thigh. The hand disappears and the song stops, the silence an abrupt reminder of the sweet song in its absence. They're too old to be doing this and not have it mean anything, Wally almost misses the days when they could cuddle and not have to second guess the meaning. Turning onto his stomach and he looks up as Dick through his messy fringe, blue eyes meets his, glasses gone and cheeks pink.

"Keep going," he says before he can stop himself. Didn't want to stop himself, he loves when Dick is just sweet and vulnerable like this, this is so very rare.

His mechanic overalls are stiff and grease stained, he's going to have a hard time getting the stain out of his couch and Dick's pants are essentially doomed, but he doesn't move until Dick runs his finger back over his scalp, scratching softly behind his ear, an inhale that Wally can feel against his cheek and then the song starts up again. Humming the first few notes, he sings softly, voice soothing.

Wally hums tonelessly, not knowing the words or notes but feeling too happy to care, Dick leans back shifting so that Wally is laying on his stomach. A few minutes more of listening and he recognizes the song, chuckling deep in his chest Wally can't resist poking at him, "Baby Mine? Really elephant boy, did you used to sing this to Zitka?"

Humming happily Dick runs his fingers over Wally's forehead, touching each temple before catching his nose between his knuckles. "My mom used to sing me to sleep with it."

Eyes watering from the rough squeeze to his nose, he can't help but smile. He bets even Bruce doesn't know this about Dick. He takes this piece of his best friend that no one else knows and buries it deep in his heart, selfishly collecting information like jewels.

"You trying to sing me to sleep, birdbrain?"

Twisting his nose viciously before releasing it, Dick smooths the hairs on his neck, dipping down to touch the skin under his shirt collar briefly. "Maybe if you'd shut up and let me."

Sighing into the touch, Wally brings his arms around to hug Dick's waist. So long as they both pretend that they don't know what this means, alone in Wally's apartment were no prying eyes can see them, as long as they don't have to put a name to what this is. "Carry on maestro."