Re: [loft: bruce/selina]
Some habits need to be broken. [She took another sip of the smooth bourbon, and she set it aside before it went to her head. She was still running low on sleep and decent food, and buzzes came quick these days.] How about if I rephrase? [Asked when he said she might not be able to get rid of him.] Stay as long as you want. [Want, in place of need, and she understood that Wayne Manor had stopped being his, to a certain view, a long time ago.] But you're making coffee in the mornings.
Do you want to go back there? [It was honest and curious, that question about the company. They didn't normally talk about things that didn't have to do with capes or cowls, and she realized she had no idea whatsoever.
She shook her head.] No, don't answer that. You don't need to answer that. Rest first. [She'd promised no expectations, after all. Prying, she was fairly sure, counted. She motioned to the couch, blankets and pillows there, and to the curtained bathroom way in the back of the loft. And while she wanted to close the gap, to kiss him, she didn't. No expectations, remember?] Make yourself at home, Bruce.