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[ Bruce's vitals never go anywhere near dangerous in either direction though they do certainly fall off his normal control.

When he comes home there's not a mark on him. He takes a minute or two to drink a glass of water, breathe a little and check in with himself.

Then he heads straight into the shared bedroom, steps out of his shoes and tilts his head in silent question at Clark.

Is he okay to be here right now?

Because what he wants isn't 'don't touch me'. It's the opposite of that.

Because this is Clark.

He'd never ask Clark to play sadist for him - that's wrong - but he is willing to ask Clark for something. Albeit a little tentatively right now. ]

[ Clark looks up from his reading, puts his book down, and nods, first thing. That's... not a question for him. But he'll answer it. Then- ]

What do you need?

[ Gentle. He's looking for a little direction to make sure he gives what Bruce needs right now. He can guess but this is not where he lives. He wants to do this right. ]

[ Bruce reaches back and peels his black t-shirt off over his head and drops it onto the floor.]

You to move over.

[ Contact. Touch. Affection. The same stuff that when, presented by a near stranger or part of a necessity drained the shit out of him. What he couldn't stomach from Grayson.

This city is pushing him.

To Clark more than anything, apparently, and that's...

That's going to hurt. He doesn't love it, but he was asked a question and he's not into evasion right now. ]

[ Clark moves over. And waits, with a little half-smile on. ]

[ Bruce has finally hit a place where he no longer expects Clark to be... accepting and tolerating things - mostly.

Still a lot but he moves into the space vacated and honestly presses into Clark's side, wraps an arm around his waist, and one of his legs around Clark's in something just shy of a wrestling pin down. ]

Better. Now touch me back. Are you okay?

[ Oh yes, he's very wrestled. He plants a kiss into Bruce's hair and slings his arm around in turn, touch gentle. There's no tension in him, nothing withheld. ]

I'm fine, Bruce. Genuinely.

How are you doing?

[ Bruce should get some kind of bonus points for the fact that he believes Clark is okay, and isn't wallowing in guilt about his... fucked up psychology and needs. ]

Better than I was.

[ Back to a more... whole version of himself, less compartmentalized and fragmented. Though he doesn't take the kiss to his hair in good grace but sort of grumble-growl-grumps so he can tilt his head up and kiss Clark very firmly on the mouth. It's a little bit pointed. ]

Tim might have some kind of point.

About what? Tim has a lot of ideas.

[ And he doesn't have to ascribe to a good number of them, especially here. But he'll listen. He'll also kiss Bruce back on the lips once. ]

He's convinced I need to be sparring or, better yet fighting, for the 'outlet'.

Wrong direction and motive, but right... general observation.

[ He sighs and stays relaxed, lets his eyes close and just settles. ]

Edited 2023-02-25 02:25 (UTC)

He's trying to find ways to be helpful. And he's always been an observant kid.

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