( 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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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. )