( perhaps the time they died, then. their anniversary. his knowledge of potential passwords bruce would use at this age is extremely minimal, but he can run through them regardless. )
( Standing there in silence for a good long moment, he eventually comes up behind Damian there and reaches over him to type in the password. S E L I N A. A password he will be changing after this encounter, yes. But it opens up his laptop and brings up the screen with various files scattered about it. A good amount of them on things concerning Etraya while the others are about his own Gotham and the things he's dealt with there over the past two years. )
( damian's nose scrunches up, a face bruce may recognize as the one he makes when something is gross, but he doesn't offer any commentary regarding the password because. gross. he doesn't want to talk about the woman his father is known to trail after, but. ah, well.
the laptop gets picked up, and damian twists around so he can sit himself down atop the work table so he can more efficiently sift through documents. for a boy who had been close to running off, he seems rather settled.
it helps, that bruce both isn't trying to tell him to leave and also isn't preventing him from snooping. it's a show of trust that he doesn't often feel he's given. )
( Damian makes himself settled there and Bruce justβ¦ watches him. Itβs a familiar sight - one heβs missed having around the tower and yet, he doesnβt want to become attached to the familiarity of it. Things are different this time around and he canβt let himself get too attached. So he stands there, looking around the terminal before he goes and fiddles with the utility belt there a bit, adding a few things to it since Damian has himself busy there with the laptop. )
( despite the words he says it rather - tonelessly. no, he isn't handling things well at all, but it's not as if it's any different than anything else he's gone through back home, so this is fine. )
I don't expect you to be best friends or anything, but I don't want either of you getting into it with each other here. ( A beat, he straightens up some as he stares to Damian. ) I'm not saying you're going to start anything. I'm just saying that's what I'd like and that I don't want either of you to feel unwelcome here.
( i don't want either of you to get into it, bruce says, and damian's mouth opens immediately to protest the accusation that he can read between the lines except bruce - keeps going and damian twists his mouth shut, nose scrunched as his expression shifts to be more petulant than anything else. )
I told Grayson I would let it go for now. However, if he comes at me first, I will retaliate.
( he's focused down on the screen rather than looking to bruce himself, which is wholly intentional. a lack of eye contact means he doesn't have to be concerned about what bruce can read behind his eyes. )
Grayson and I had been living in the tower. The manor hardly feels like home.
( ah. that's unfortunate. but certainly a difference that clearly marks a place where their paths diverge: the manor has been damaged countless times, but they have always repaired it. )
I would stay on my own, but I assume there would be protests.
( he wouldn't anyway. damian is fine on his own, but he prefers to be around others. as for the tower versus the manor: this bruce knows him significantly less than grayson, and there's something comforting in that unfamiliarity given their circumstances. )
( they've covered this already, but damian asks again regardless. he could, it wouldn't be all that difficult. he's been able to survive on his own just fine regardless of the circumstances since he was but a boy. but he doesn't like being alone. )
( he looks up to bruce for a brief moment, green eyes staring into blue, before they drop back down to the computer screen and continue sifting through various files. he's skimming, mostly, taking in information just in case it becomes relevant. but at this point, damian is mostly using it as something to keep his hands busy. give him an excuse to continue being here, because it feels - safe. )
Setting the utility belt down, he places his hands flat on the work table and stares off across the terminal for a moment. He needs to start over here β needs to build up a level of trust and a sort of relationship between him and Damian all over again and yet, part of him isn't so sure he should. Not when there's another version of himself around here who isn't the old man that's disappeared now. He should leave it be, part of him thinks. But then his own heart aches with missing the boy who had become his son and Damian here himself has explained how difficult and lost he feels with everything and everyone. If he can be a sort of different that he feels comfortable around... maybe that's what he can be to him.
Things he's likely to torture himself with later as always.
For now, he looks over to the boy there with his laptop, leaning some on his hands as he does. )
( are you hungry, he asks, and damian - well. he's a growing boy, he's generally some level of hankering for snacks. he would never turn down snacks if offered. but he's raising a brow over toward bruce, contemplating how to word this gently for a moment before he decides he may as well just do it and )
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( perhaps the time they died, then. their anniversary. his knowledge of potential passwords bruce would use at this age is extremely minimal, but he can run through them regardless. )
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( Dear child of his? )
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( this is just playing guessing games. )
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( Because he has snoops around. Or had, anyway. )
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( and, after a short pause where he ultimately decides to give up, )
What is it?
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the laptop gets picked up, and damian twists around so he can sit himself down atop the work table so he can more efficiently sift through documents. for a boy who had been close to running off, he seems rather settled.
it helps, that bruce both isn't trying to tell him to leave and also isn't preventing him from snooping. it's a show of trust that he doesn't often feel he's given. )
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Are you handling things here ok?
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( despite the words he says it rather - tonelessly. no, he isn't handling things well at all, but it's not as if it's any different than anything else he's gone through back home, so this is fine. )
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Everything, huh?
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( at least he's comfortable up here. and doesn't seem to mind bruce's presence despite his commentary. )
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( He glances over to Damian as he says that. )
I don't expect you to be best friends or anything, but I don't want either of you getting into it with each other here. ( A beat, he straightens up some as he stares to Damian. ) I'm not saying you're going to start anything. I'm just saying that's what I'd like and that I don't want either of you to feel unwelcome here.
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I told Grayson I would let it go for now. However, if he comes at me first, I will retaliate.
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( While he may not exactly condone that, it's also understandable. At that, he looks ahead β mulls over something for a moment. )
Are you planning to stay at the manor?
( He has family there, so. He wouldn't blame him. )
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( he's focused down on the screen rather than looking to bruce himself, which is wholly intentional. a lack of eye contact means he doesn't have to be concerned about what bruce can read behind his eyes. )
Grayson and I had been living in the tower. The manor hardly feels like home.
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( He's not looking over to Damian either when he says that β focuses instead on the utility belt there. )
My father moved us into the penthouse in the tower after. It's been home ever since.
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I'll stay here.
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Is that what you want?
( Or what he thinks he wants? )
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( he wouldn't anyway. damian is fine on his own, but he prefers to be around others. as for the tower versus the manor: this bruce knows him significantly less than grayson, and there's something comforting in that unfamiliarity given their circumstances. )
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Whatever's better for you.
( In the end, that's what matters. Isn't it? )
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( they've covered this already, but damian asks again regardless. he could, it wouldn't be all that difficult. he's been able to survive on his own just fine regardless of the circumstances since he was but a boy. but he doesn't like being alone. )
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No.
( The word is soft but genuine and he gives himself a second. )
Whatever happens, you'll always have a place here.
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( he looks up to bruce for a brief moment, green eyes staring into blue, before they drop back down to the computer screen and continue sifting through various files. he's skimming, mostly, taking in information just in case it becomes relevant. but at this point, damian is mostly using it as something to keep his hands busy. give him an excuse to continue being here, because it feels - safe. )
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Setting the utility belt down, he places his hands flat on the work table and stares off across the terminal for a moment. He needs to start over here β needs to build up a level of trust and a sort of relationship between him and Damian all over again and yet, part of him isn't so sure he should. Not when there's another version of himself around here who isn't the old man that's disappeared now. He should leave it be, part of him thinks. But then his own heart aches with missing the boy who had become his son and Damian here himself has explained how difficult and lost he feels with everything and everyone. If he can be a sort of different that he feels comfortable around... maybe that's what he can be to him.
Things he's likely to torture himself with later as always.
For now, he looks over to the boy there with his laptop, leaning some on his hands as he does. )
Are you hungry or anything?
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Can you cook? Pennyworth isn't here.
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