Re: Loft: Selina & Robert & Eddie
[He wasn't expecting the softness to her smile or her tone, and it earned a bit of softness of his own. Eyes still dark, calm, he smiled in return as he looked at her, the man in the kitchen only a sidenote in his awareness of the apartment.
She leaned in, and Bruce inhaled as a section of her hair slipped over her shoulder. He thought, passingly, that she could be very, very dangerous - if he were a man who didn't dedicate himself to control. Because he could feel the desire to reach up, to push that hair back, to touch the side of her neck. He could feel all of it, and he didn't act on it.] Would she want you asking? [He wasn't one to meddle in other people's relationships. Not usually, at least. If he started prying into the lives of others, it gave them the unspoken invitation to pry into his.
He took the phone automatically, as a person does when handed a phone, confused at first at the voices coming from it - both familiar in their own ways. The words took a moment to make their way through the confusion, until what he was seeing made sense, especially combined with the past mention of Tony dying, and something about plague. He watched it without blinking, his grip getting tighter on the delicate piece of tech in his hand. His breathing, measured before, began to hitch into something uneven, and his lips pressed together tightly. No. He did not want to see this. This was something that he shouldn't see.
And yet, he couldn't put the phone down, knuckles going white as his grip went even tighter.]