( the fact that bruce still has his coat on shows he hadn't really intended to stay very long. yet here he is. on dick's couch. tangled up in words and fingers and feelings of all things.
there's a shift there in those blue eyes of his when dick goes and says what he does. when he more or less tells bruce of his own burdens he carries even without the details of them. you don't know what i've done is something he, himself could say right back to dick... can relate to in ways some part of him wishes he didn't. for dick's sake, that is.
but it's hearing his name on the other's lips that has that gentle shift in his gaze to soften some, despite the somber, and he stares to the other man for a long moment before he lets his eyes fall shut. this isn't weakness. but this also isn't courage or strength either. he doesn't know what it is. he'll need to figure it out later. for the moment, he simply stays there close against him like he is, dick's fingers at the back of his neck almost burning him with how unfamiliar such a touch is to him. )
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there's a shift there in those blue eyes of his when dick goes and says what he does. when he more or less tells bruce of his own burdens he carries even without the details of them. you don't know what i've done is something he, himself could say right back to dick... can relate to in ways some part of him wishes he didn't. for dick's sake, that is.
but it's hearing his name on the other's lips that has that gentle shift in his gaze to soften some, despite the somber, and he stares to the other man for a long moment before he lets his eyes fall shut. this isn't weakness. but this also isn't courage or strength either. he doesn't know what it is. he'll need to figure it out later. for the moment, he simply stays there close against him like he is, dick's fingers at the back of his neck almost burning him with how unfamiliar such a touch is to him. )
And what do you want?
( he shouldn't ask. yet he does. )