RL with Bruce

[namedfortragedy]

[It wasn't easy to convince her father of anything. Fifteen stressful minutes later, she felt like she more or less got him to go along with having another person around the house. He had been wanting an explanation about what she had been doing since the community entered her life (it wasn't like it left a record he could look at whenever he

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[He slipped into the room she was in, definitely looking worse for wear. For some reason he'd woken up beside his backpack, and although the laptop was trashed from being thrown around, his emergency clothes and presents from Christmas were still in it. Bruce had to suspect the community in absence of any logical explanation.

So he had decent clothes on, but he looked ragged and dirty, strung out and beyond tired. He couldn't even summon a weak smile for her. The guilt was weighing on him too heavily, like lead sunk in his stomach.]

I made it.

[namedfortragedy]

[Elektra stopped, turning around slowly to face him. Logically she knew he was fine. Knowing and believing were two very different things though. She crossed over to him very carefully. Even if she had been incredibly worried expressing it openly in front of anyone was hard for her.]

Yeah. I can see that. [She stopped just short of him.]

How does a hot shower and bed sound?

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[He's having a hard time expressing anything himself right now. He's tense and hyper-vigilant despite all logic to the contrary, that this is a safe place.]

It sounds perfect, [he answers softly.]

[namedfortragedy]

[It's hard not to notice. She gently takes his hand to start leading him towards one of the guest rooms. She convinced herself it was practical. She wouldn't be surprised if he passed out on her.]

Come on. Your room isn't that far from here.