I think there's a problem with the notifications again. D:
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Dick let out something that was a cross between a sob and laugh. Tony waited for him to calm himself and couldn't help but feel that things were going to go badly very shortly.

"I..." It was evident that he had no idea how to respond to the joke or maybe he wanted to say something else, but Tony wasn't sure what, exactly, it was.

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?" The fact that Dick had to stop and actually think about it was...

"Twenty-seven."

"So tell me what I can do."