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( quiet, he watches the amber liquid slowly fill the crystal in his hand and he gives a soft hum of thanks. again, the whole not so much communicating with words thing. typical bruce, no matter the age. no matter the version.

the question doesn't necessarily catch him off guard but it does pull a huff from him — a tiny sliver of amusement, almost, as he bring his glass back up to his lips. )

Am I not enough of an open book already?

( it's said dryly because he damn well knows he's not. the amount of things he keeps to himself — keeps locked away in his thoughts to torture himself with in private is endless at times. sometimes, the only real way for him to get them out of his head for some semblance of peace and quiet is writing them down in his journals. though it doesn't always work and sometimes he fixates over seeing them right there in front of him, but. bruce and healthy coping mechanisms are not exactly anything that go hand-in-hand.

slowly, he takes a swig of his drink and looks down to his glass. he's hunched over a little, legs apart, drinks dangling there between his legs and he looks over to dick for a moment. )