[Dick doesn't have the time to find a way to answer Wally's first comment before Wally's gone and back a few seconds later. He wouldn't have known how to answer, anyway, so it's better that way.

He moves a bit and pushes the covers away so he can sit more comfortably, crossing his legs and putting the plate in front of him.

He's the sick one, he gets to have the sandwiches closer to him. Wally can stretch.]

Somehow, I hadn't thought you were gonna get yourself a sandwich, too. Guess I don't know you well enough, yet.