( the way he eyes dick as the other man moves about after the kiss to his cheek... it's with slight suspicion, but. that's expected of bruce. especially when he doesn't wish to play the role of bedridden patient. he understands. he does. alfred is merely concerned about him and doesn't wish to see him push himself to the point of death. but he also doesn't care if he dies. granted, he's gotten a little better at not being as reckless nor impulsive as he can be when out on the field, but. still. there are moments. especially regarding his own limits.
so when dick goes and brings the files over, he's shifting there on the bed. slow. letting legs slip out from under the sheets and feet gently touch the floor. he rises. still slow. slight wince. begins to make his way across his room for a bar cart there. clearly, someone is in need of a drink and it's not water. )
Been busy, have you?
( in regards to what he's brought over for him, hand reaching out and taking the decanter in hand, pouring himself a shot of whiskey. )
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so when dick goes and brings the files over, he's shifting there on the bed. slow. letting legs slip out from under the sheets and feet gently touch the floor. he rises. still slow. slight wince. begins to make his way across his room for a bar cart there. clearly, someone is in need of a drink and it's not water. )
Been busy, have you?
( in regards to what he's brought over for him, hand reaching out and taking the decanter in hand, pouring himself a shot of whiskey. )