A/N: So, this wasn't really intended to be anything more than a oneshot, but then Dextra2 suggested in a review that I do something with Dick's POV. And then I realized yes, this has to happen, and so now I present this little extra chapter. (And that'll probably be all for this fanfic, but I do have plans for a longer fic with these two precious boys.)

Dick pretends it's okay, but it hurts. It hurts that Damian can't say it back, that they can't share words that mean so much even if they're so simple and common.

But he'll push aside his hurt for Damian's sake. He'll keep saying it, because Damian needs to hear it, needs to know.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

He won't let it become a habit, but he'll keep saying it, over and over.

Dick knows Damian probably never heard those words enough before, if at all. He knows he probably doesn't entirely understand what those words mean, but he wants the feeling to reach him. He wants him to know it's okay to say them.

He wants Damian to be able to say those words one day.

He'll even settle for them being directed at someone else. Bruce, perhaps. Anyone in the family. It doesn't have to be him. He just wants Damian to be able to say it.

I love you.

He knows his own openness confuses Damian sometimes, sees the uncertainty in his eyes even when he tries to hide it.

And sometimes, sometimes, he'll see Damian open his mouth just barely, but no words slip out.

It's not much, but it's something. It shows him there's hope, that one day his partner, his little brother, will be able to repeat it.

He can't wait. He wants it to happen now, but it can't and it won't, so he'll pretend that's alright too.

He'll keep smiling at him, keep hugging him, and keep telling him until it sinks in.

I love you.