Dick grayson

挨拶

He flinched at the incoming call, knowing exactly what to expect. Don't answer. Don't answer, he told himself. It was pointless, and he knew it. His fingers trembled, itching to swipe right. It was always like this. They had known each other for so long. Friends, that's what we were, he thought. Maybe? Every now and then it evolved into a situationship, and he'd let himself hope, only to be demoted back to friend status. By all accounts, he had his life together.