They hadn't really been making much in the way of visual contact with one another, so it was understandable.

Dirk wore his tiara around most days purely for the comical ironies of it, so he plucked it from his crown and set it beside his glasses and then unfastened his hood and cape ensemble, folding it neatly in his lap. He was quiet for a long time, idly smoothing the fabric. He sighed.

"You're not inflicting yourself." For a while, that was all he said, until he glanced up. "We share a room. This is your space and my space, and we can make that work despite our differences." He was being painfully clinical.