Just barely did the tips of her fingers curl into the fabric of the shirt at his hip, the action enough to expose the barest flash of scarred flesh. Her breath held in her chest for a moment and she almost pulled back to look to see if the marks were there. She knew they would be, her heart told her, but her experience in the dinosaur world told her that, despite her deepest wish, this couldn't be true. It couldn't be the man she knew as desperate as she was to want it to be. She never truly believed in hope, hope was fleeing, but that didn't stop her from wanting...needing.
The pressure of his fingers on her hips was promise and then it died, snuffed out like a flame in a gentle breeze. There was no possession there. Nothing.
And then the moment was gone. Gone as he wiped away the stain and pulled back from her. Everything she had given in those few seconds he took with him and she felt emptier for it. But she moved forward and settled into the vacant seat in efforts to reclaim that feeling again. She curled a leg beneath herself, and set her elbows on the edge of the table, palms cupping her chin as she studied him. "You always were so hard to hold on to, Bruce. What have you been chasing lately? Kitty cats? Shadows? Surely you've been keeping busy without me."