( dick's words are enough to have bruce look up to him then. for blue eyes to search the other man's face carefully there under the kitchen lighting. he remembers that time. when they first met. when dick had been so confused and lost with where he was and... under the influence of the rain. how he'd taken him along. kept him dry under his umbrella. brought him to the manor and fetched him something dry to wear. neither of them knew who the other was and yet, they'd found their way to one another. without any help from the others. he wonders if that means something. if it's a parallel to how things will come to be. )
I can't promise that I'll be better at it. There's... ( a sigh, he tries again. ) ...a lot I'm trying to deal with. I just don't know how.
( he can barely handle the traumas he already carries with him. adding another one onto the current ones... it'd just been a little too much recently. )
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I can't promise that I'll be better at it. There's... ( a sigh, he tries again. ) ...a lot I'm trying to deal with. I just don't know how.
( he can barely handle the traumas he already carries with him. adding another one onto the current ones... it'd just been a little too much recently. )