Re: Hotel: Selina & Robert
[Bruce had been waiting in the lobby since she'd suggested it, but he'd been pacing back and forth, almost under the stairs with the back corner he'd wandered into. Her feet had been nearly silent on the carpeted stairs, and he turned to look at the sound of her voice.
He'd obviously not been taking the news about Tony (or lack of it) as well as he could have. His hair was an absolute mess, curls standing out like they'd never lain flat against his head. His clothes were rumpled (though that was more due to the fact that he'd had the one change of shirt tucked in his bad for long enough that it had taken on the wrinkles and refused to let them go until he washed in next. Eyes a little wide (but still, thankfully, dark) he stopped his pacing and stared at Selina. The silk pants, the close-cut shirt, the bare feet. For just a moment, his thoughts screeched and stuttered over her appearance, coming to a halt as suddenly as his steps had. She was beautiful, there on the last step. So he stared.
And then he shook himself, visibly, and crossed the lobby again, coming to a halt near her. And opening his mouth to say... something. Anything. But he didn't even have words for the situation. He shook his head.]