( It's... still a little unexpected with what he wants, but. That's Damian for you. He stares to the boy after he clarifies β lets his gaze drop down to the photograph in question before he's looking back ahead. Silent. Untilβ )
( why is bruce asking him so many questions about his intentions. damian looks to the photo, then back to bruce, then - untucks it from the laptop's frame and tosses it over toward him. closes the laptop after, and sets it down beside him before rolling over onto his side, facing away from the man. )
( The framed photograph gently hits him in the chest and he blinks slowly as he watches the way Damian moves about. Quiet again, he stares off across the room β mulls over what to say before he finally mutters a gentle: )
( it's an apology that bruce doesn't need to provide but does regardless. it's that which gets an answer from damian, rather than the rest of it. bruce is trying, damian is - making an attempt at improving himself, it's only right that he does so in return. )
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Why?
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Nevermind.
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Iβm sorry.
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I don't know what you want me to say.
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( Because he, himself, doesn't even know what to say. )
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( he won't. but he will lay here and pretend to. )
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Alright. ( A beat. ) If you need anything, I'm here.
( He always will be. )