( It dawns on him how he'd referred to Damian just then as his son and he... falls quiet. They've been together here β lived and worked together for almost a year now and yet, he's not the man Damian has known. Not the man Damian had went back to for two years, it seems. What right does he have to look at and think of him as a son he'd never had, when he very much has a father back within his own Gotham? He'll never be that man to Damian and he shouldn't want to be anyways. He needs to get him back to his father. To his Gotham. That's where he belongs. Not here. Not with him. He just... doesn't ever handle loss well. Even when it's for the best.
Only after a moment does he realize Damian's asked him something and he gently snaps himself out of his thoughts β fleeting glance given to him before he's looking back down to his hands and the way he'd began picking at his skin around that finger even more without even realizing it. )
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Only after a moment does he realize Damian's asked him something and he gently snaps himself out of his thoughts β fleeting glance given to him before he's looking back down to his hands and the way he'd began picking at his skin around that finger even more without even realizing it. )
Somewhat.