When the casket swayed and threatened to hit something in its way down, she gripped the first hand she found. Remembering it was Dick who where by her side, she eyed him sheepishly. He was still staring at the floor, hard, forgetting to blink as the tears blurred his vision. She was about to let go, at about the same instant she touched him, when his thumb came grazing her skin and he squeezed her hand, taking a harsh unsteady breath, like he had just come back to reality.
He met her eyes for a second, and there was a whole conversation in there. Unspoken words that dive down their hearts and souls. There is a bound that can't be denied. He squeezed her fingers. There's peace. Truce.
And Logan, a few steps behind them, as he reached for Veronica's hand, is remained at how good it feels, in a time of turmoil, to find some comfort in someone else. And he wonders, as he watches Dick wrap his shaky arm around Mac's sobbing shoulders and press a kiss on her hair, wincing hard to keep the tears himself has given up on holding back from falling, if it's the fact that this comfort is from someone unexpected that make it so strong.
