[ After a moment, Bruce steps back- his hands linger slightly on Dick's shoulders, but eventually he cuts off the contact. Turning his head away, he swipes at his eyes quickly and subtly, trying to not let Dick notice that he has actually been crying due to the post. He'd shown himself to be far too open and vulnerable already, and all of his instincts are screaming at him.
He takes a long, low breath, looking at Dick again and- he doesn't know what to say. He has never been good with words because he runs endless rehearsals of them over and over in his own head, and every single time he finds the choices wanting, so he ends up saying nothing at all. He'd rather show through his actions, but then again- they can be so easily misunderstood without words.
He swallows. Clears his throat a little and tries to not appear entirely embarrassed. ]
I- [ Pause. He resists the urge to rub his face. ] I meant what I- wrote.
[ And that's all Dick is getting from him, damnit. ]
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He takes a long, low breath, looking at Dick again and- he doesn't know what to say. He has never been good with words because he runs endless rehearsals of them over and over in his own head, and every single time he finds the choices wanting, so he ends up saying nothing at all. He'd rather show through his actions, but then again- they can be so easily misunderstood without words.
He swallows. Clears his throat a little and tries to not appear entirely embarrassed. ]
I- [ Pause. He resists the urge to rub his face. ] I meant what I- wrote.
[ And that's all Dick is getting from him, damnit. ]