Dick's changing from his police uniform to his Batman PJs when he gets the text message. It's from Wally and it only says HELP ME.He tries not to roll his eyes at it because it's always the same thing, every time Wally gets sick. At first, he tries to shrug it off as nothing and pushes himself to keep working until his fever gets so bad he passes out, - the thing about dating a science geek working his dream job as a forensic scientist is that it's great.Wally's kind of a workaholic and Dick's a workaholic too so it works, - and his aunt Iris drags him back home and grounds his twenty five years old ass.

Then, when Iris finally manages to talk some sense into him, Wally turns into a overdramatic spoiled brat with a cellphone, who thinks everyday is bother-your-boyfriend-while-he's-at-work-day with text messages.

Wally's such a huge dramaking, it's ridiculous.

Dick's pretty much used to getting this "help meeeeee"texts, so he throws the cellphone back into the bed and goes to order takeout. By the time he finishes ordering chinese, Wally will have sent a follow-up. It's usually a I'm so bored :(or a please come cuddle me or I might dieor even a aunt I's away so uncle B's cooking! pls save me.

There are no new messages when he checks his phone again, but he ignores it and decides to wait some more. He turns the TV on and watches some stupid cartoon play while he waits for his food, and for Wally's second text, but don't tell anyone he's checking his phone every ten minutes for the update because it can ruin his reputation.

The food arrives and he eats it quickly, all the while staring at his phone for a text that just doesn't arrive. When he's done putting the leftovers in the freezer and has no other distractions, it feels safe enough to admit to himself that maybe the lack of a reply is worrying him.

What if something happened to Wally? Maybe the "help" text is actually a cry from help and a billion horrible possibilities unfold in his mind. Dick's a cop and he's lived in Gotham most of his life so forgive him for having a vivid imagination when it comes to bad things. He tries to shake them off as paranoia with a humourless chuckle and a "Come on, Dick, you don't want to turn out like Bruce, right?"

He's blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Wally's in Barry and Iris's house, resting, he's safe. He probably just fell asleep or something, there's no need for him to worry.

Dick tries going to bed, he tries laying down and closing his eyes, because it's already late and he needs to wake up early the next day. He tries for ten minutes and then gives up and gets up. He knowsnothing really happened to Wally, but no harm in checking it, right? He dials his boyfriend's number and, when it hits voicemail, he dials Barry's home number.

No one answers and he grows restless. Another ten minutes go by and Dick's already changed back to his jeans and a tshirt, car keys in hand.

"I'm coming! Just sit tight." He texts Wally and gets no reply.

Driving all the way to Central City is tiring, especially for a guy who's slept only six hours in two days, but Dick's nothing if not persistent, and, two and a half hours later, he makes it. He doesn't have any trouble getting in because he and Wally both have spare keys for emergency, - well, Dick only uses it for emergencies like this one,but Wally spends more time with his uncle and aunt than at his small condo two blocks from there.

Dick searches for signs of breaking and entering, but everything seems to be in order. He even finds a note at the kitchen table from Iris, which says she had gone after a scoop, but would be back asap.

Pursuing a hunch, Dick gets the remote control and turns the TV on to find Iris interviewing the Flash after he saved people from a burning building. Yeah, that explains it.

He turns it off and goes up the stairs to the guest room. The door closed, but not locked and Dick forces it as gently as he can, only to find his boyfriend snoring loudly from the bed.

At the same time he sighs with relief, he feels the stupidest person on earth for driving all the way from Bludhaven over a "help me" text. Groaning, he enters the bedroom and heads for the bed, nudging his sleeping boyfriend over to the side; there's no way in hell he's going driving back to his home now.

"Babe?" Wally blinks at him, sleepy. "What are you doing here? Whaaaat?"

"Dude, you were the one who asked for my help and then went all radio silence on me." A little worried at Wally's grogginess, Dick takes his hand to his boyfriend's forehead, and winces when it almost burns him. "Go back to sleep, you're still hot."

"Glad to hear it." Wally mumbles and Dick actually considers hitting his sick boyfriend in the head for it. Wally makes this joke every single timeand it's getting old, but, somehow, Dick's still smiling.

"What did you need my help for, anyway?"

"I was bored, wanted you to turn the television on."

Dick does hit his sick boyfriend this time, but he does it with a pillow so, hey, this doesn't really make him a bad boyfriend, does it?

"What? The remote was too far away, I couldn't reach it. But then I kind of just fell asleep."

"So you thought I'd drive all the way from Bludhaven just to pass you the remote to the television because you asked me for help?"

"Well, dude, you kind of did."

Wally's smile is smug and Dick hits his own head with the pillow because yeah, he kind of did.

"I'm not going to pass you the remote, though. Go back to sleep, you need the rest." Dick pets him in the head and feels Wally relax right into the touch.

"Cuddle me so I feel better?" He opens his arms, inviting.

Dick complains and groans a little, but eventually gives in and pulls the redhead right into his embrace. Their bodies fit perfectly and, when he kisses his boyfriend's forehead, just to feel Wally's lips brush against his collarbone, he's hit with a sudden revelation.

Maybe he didn't drive all the way from Bludhaven because Wally supposedly needed him, maybe it was because he neededWally; because today sucked and he couldn't help anyone, because tomorrow had at least a 90% chance of being exactly the same and he needed this. He needed to see his boyfriend smile at him and crack that stupid joke about being hot, he needed warmth and lazy kisses and, most of all, he needed that one unmistakable feeling of belonging,that feeling of being so perfectly and utterly content that makes everything in the world okay he always gets whenever he's by Wally's side.

He holds his boyfriend closer to his chest and falls asleep easily.