As Copperhead mentioned her brother, Dick quickly looked in the direction the large man had stomped in before slamming a door. Dick hoped he wouldn't have to deal with him again soon, or at least never when he was alone. He was certain he could never beat him or any of his friends in any sort of fight, so earning the man's respect was not looking very likely at the present moment. Dick was also fairly surprised at Copperhead's tone. She didn't appear to be angry, or even upset that he was out of bed and pestering her at this early hour. Standing where he was for a moment longer, Dick remembered the times he couldn't sleep when he was with the circus. His parents, when they weren't in the trailer with him, would often be found outside with the others around a fire, laughing and talking together. Dick would pad out to them and settle down either in his mom's arms, leaning against his dad, or sometimes another member of the group would hug him close and he would fall asleep listening to them talk.<br/><br/>Using his sleeve, Dick silently wiped the tears away that had formed, only for them to be replaced with others. He sniffled, avoiding Copperhead's gaze. He missed his parents, he missed the circus, he missed his home.<br/><br/>"I wanna go home." He muttered quietly, continuing to sniffle and finally meeting Copperhead's eyes with his own watery blue ones.