Hey, hey. I see you, this. No, who cares about groups. I don't anymore.
[Feeling that same darkness from Bruce from the last two times they were together, Dick takes a deep breath. He's slowly starting to recognize it now, this slow backpedal that the other man seems to dive into whenever they are alone together-- or maybe Dick's been lucky enough to catch Bruce when he's been in this mood. It could be either. The party, he maze, and now.
Maybe he feels like Dick is a person he can be like this around. It's hard, because Dick identifies with it. He's told Bruce his story time and again when they've talked but this is probably the first time Bruce paid attention, actually heard him.
It was funny, Clark heard him right away. Although, he's not seen the man since deciding to become friends that first day. Strange, this world. The one friendship he made and didn't fuck up, disappeared and all the others kept blowing up but somehow showing up again and again.
Watching the way the liquid goes down, Dick wraps his fingers around Bruce's on the glass after the last shot lands it back on the counter.]
I know. I know you don't need or probably want help. You don't trust me, and aren't sure we can even be friends, but let me be here tonight. You don't have to be anything for anyone, no one is looking at you. No one is here in this kitchen with us. You want more liquor, fine. Whatever you need, let me help you tonight.
[Pouring another shot, Dick takes their hands and shoots it himself then sets it down. It's a strange thing to do, but the point is that Bruce can be deep in himself as he wants, but he doesn't have to be completely alone -- and Dick isn't going to ask anything from him. Nothing. ]
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[Feeling that same darkness from Bruce from the last two times they were together, Dick takes a deep breath. He's slowly starting to recognize it now, this slow backpedal that the other man seems to dive into whenever they are alone together-- or maybe Dick's been lucky enough to catch Bruce when he's been in this mood. It could be either. The party, he maze, and now.
Maybe he feels like Dick is a person he can be like this around. It's hard, because Dick identifies with it. He's told Bruce his story time and again when they've talked but this is probably the first time Bruce paid attention, actually heard him.
It was funny, Clark heard him right away. Although, he's not seen the man since deciding to become friends that first day. Strange, this world. The one friendship he made and didn't fuck up, disappeared and all the others kept blowing up but somehow showing up again and again.
Watching the way the liquid goes down, Dick wraps his fingers around Bruce's on the glass after the last shot lands it back on the counter.]
I know. I know you don't need or probably want help. You don't trust me, and aren't sure we can even be friends, but let me be here tonight. You don't have to be anything for anyone, no one is looking at you. No one is here in this kitchen with us. You want more liquor, fine. Whatever you need, let me help you tonight.
[Pouring another shot, Dick takes their hands and shoots it himself then sets it down. It's a strange thing to do, but the point is that Bruce can be deep in himself as he wants, but he doesn't have to be completely alone -- and Dick isn't going to ask anything from him. Nothing. ]