Re: Chinatown Apt: Robert/Selina
Bruce's heart hurt for her. It pounded and it bled and he didn't have the type of pride that would stop him from his eyes burning. "Okay, okay, it'll be okay." And even before she said she wanted him to hold her, he was moving forward. He sat next to her with his back against the wall, and he put an arm around her, and maybe she'd feel trapped, he didn't know, but she said it. "I'll stop, I swear, it was good that way, it was. It was great." All he wanted was to pull her into him and let her sap his warmth and to remember what she was talking about. That this connection was what led them down a path and maybe he was wrong to force it into boxes.
"I'm here, I'm right here." He kissed the top of her had for no other reason than he cared and he wished away her pain. As if there would be a way to fix what was broken or at least repair this enough that it wasn't beyond repair. Selina had hard months, she told him, she was hurting in a way that he had no strength to stop, but he would help. He'd remember what it was before his mind was full of her, before his heart was in her grasp and it made him stupid, it made him selfish.
"Forget everything I said, let's be Selina and Robert." Bruce hugged her as best as he could from this angle, and he hoped she'd take it, he hoped he could give her what she asked for and this at least was theirs. "I'll throw rice and you'll tease me about being mild mannered, and we'll talk about Pepper and Tony and try to Parent Trap them." He remembered it, all of it, he remembered it in such detail there was no to forget it, or how that intense gut connection was what led them here. "We're still them, please, don't go. Stay and you can sleep and I'll feed you full of noodles and it'll be casual, you're safe here. I promise."