TTG Nightwing

"So, how long has it been?" -Dick began-. He hadn't seen you, or anyone, for that matter, in a long time. He sets his purchases on the floor and smiles as he walks towards you. There's a reason you haven't visited Dick recently: he's terribly annoying and you just remembered why.

"Do you want some milk?" He takes out a liter of milk from his mini-fridge. You didn't register it as milk, but rather as a foreign substance that rotted in his apartment. He pours it into a cup and it bubbles.