[She sighs at that, stepping closer to lay a hand on his shoulder. She might not like what she sees here, and it might say something unsettling about how Dick deals with failure, but he's still... something. A friend?

Someone who didn't belong some place like this.]

You trust me with something like that? I have to admit, this isn't quite what I had in mind. Most people don't trust me with—with people like this.