"When Cassidy jumped off the roof, did you try to stop him?" Dick asked, suddenly. Logan murmured a quick goodbye to Parker and hung up the phone.

"You know, I don't think happy hour with your dad is the best idea." Logan said, instead of answering the question.

"Did you?" Dick persisted.

"Would that change anything?" Logan asked quietly, crossing the room to lay a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "It was a horrible mistake he made. You didn't make it for him, Dick. Veronica didn't make it. I didn't make it."

"It matters to me. It won't change anything, but maybe knowing that someone tried to reach him might help me live with myself, even though I know that person wasn't me. Please, even if it's not true, tell me that you tried."

"Of course I tried, Dick. If I had been closer to him I would have tackled him and held him down. I would have grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him back over the rail. I wasn't close enough to him. No one was."

"What were his last words?" Dick asked. He had never asked before.

"I...called him Beaver." Logan admitted. "And he said his name was Cassidy. And then I said, 'Cassidy, don't' and he said, 'Why not?' and my mind raced for that one reason why he shouldn't jump, one that he would listen to. And I wasn't fast enough. So he said..." Logan took a deep breath. "He said, 'That's what I thought."

At those words, Dick slid to the floor, unable to stand. Logan sat down next to him. "I was a horrible brother." Dick said. "No wonder he felt so lost and alone."

Logan had never seen Dick open up like this before. Usually Dick was full of smirks and snipes, but today he was human. Broken. And it both surprised and hurt Logan. It hurt him to see his best friend down.

"Where does my life go from here?" Dick asked. "What do I do?"

"Make a difference." Logan suggested.

"What kind of difference?"

"Get counseling, and then see if you can volunteer with a suicide hotline or an abuse recovery center. Maybe you can even found a group for brothers of suicide victims. Brothers who feel the way you do."

"I will." Dick nodded. "That's a good idea, Logan. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Dick stood up and walked into his room. He had new purpose, and he couldn't waste any time. Logan knew that Dick would be okay. Cassidy's death had been a shock and a tragedy, but it would be good if something could come about because of it. Logan also knew that Dick would change the world, and it was all because of Cassidy.