Wally sat crosslegged on the floor. It wasn't any more or less comfortable than sitting on the couch. Dick was just staring at the wall or more accurately staring through the cream-colored wall. Dick was doing a little better in that he hadn't tried to kill himself again in the past week. But that was the only improvement. He was becoming even more secluded, when his work friends had asked if he wanted to go out Dick had made some excuse, and instead Dick was just sitting there staring at nothing.
His eyes looked glassy and tired. There were bruises under his eyes. One from not sleeping and the other being hit. The bruise under his hit eye was much more purple. His hair hung limp and messy just over his shoulders. Any progress he had gained prior to the incident, as Wally preferred to call it, was gone and it all had gone in the other direction. His friend was sleeping less, eating even less, he even stopped showering, unless he was working his civilian job.
Dick was getting a little bit worse each day. Dick was showing up to work late and even his coworkers were starting to see through the cracks but none of them know how to handle it, their well-intentioned branches usually got cut down, sometimes even snippily.
They knew very little about him, after all, they had no idea that he was the first robin. The tragedies he faced early in life, the struggles and torment he went through as a kid. To them, he was a friendly bartender and to a few, he knew a rich kid who was finally getting a taste of how regular people worked. None of them knew why Dick would suddenly be acting so strangely, much less what to do about it. They were doing the best they could for people who only knew the surface of Dick Grayson, yet Wally still despised them.
He hated how good of a liar Dick was. He hated how easy it was for people to fall for his lies, he hated that even when they knew something was wrong, they let him push them away. He hated that none of them were close enough to know Dick's brother's names, to have their phone numbers, and give them a call. He hated that no one knew what a kind-hearted person Dick was inside and that he was hurting in ways that weren't even visible.
Wally hated that he still wasn't able to reach out and help his best friend, that he could sit right beside him for hours, days, and weeks and Dick still couldn't see him, feel him or even know that he was here and that all he wanted to do for Dick was be there for him. The strange cruelness of the universe was that the thing Dick needed the most was someone to be there for him and he had no idea that Wally was almost always by his side, watching over him. That what Dick needed the most, he would give anything to give.