( the moment he feels the other there beside him, blue eyes softly flutter open. land on the television there with the black and white movie playing. it's merely something for him to focus on while he sits there. silent. letting the other's weight lean against him.
a duck of his head, fingers card through dark strands of hair at the nape of his neck, bruce letting his hand fall away then to rest against his leg. no. he's not used to this. but he also doesn't want to push it away either. not all of him does, anyways. )
Was he much of a father to you? ( he asks then, softly. ) The other me.
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a duck of his head, fingers card through dark strands of hair at the nape of his neck, bruce letting his hand fall away then to rest against his leg. no. he's not used to this. but he also doesn't want to push it away either. not all of him does, anyways. )
Was he much of a father to you? ( he asks then, softly. ) The other me.