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faithful. ([personal profile] nightlife) wrote 2021-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)

No headlock. Yet.

The giant octopus is spending a lot of time fitting itself into an impossibly tiny hole in some rock, then unfurling itself, then back in, as if performing a magic trick for an audience. Bruce tells a story about being chased by one while he was being made to retrieve shoes from an underwater cave. ("It kept throwing rocks at me.") Drawing the story out every time Clark inches away, until it's excruciatingly clear that he's doing it just to watch him begin to squirm for desire of sharks, and relents, trying not to laugh.

There's just something so charming about him. Happy like this. Part of him wishes he was the sort to think to do things without a crisis as a catalyst, but he isn't; at least he's gotten to this point. Thinking to come here at all. Baby steps.

Baby fins. The sharks are still huge, still swimming, the glass tunnel still pleasingly shadowed and electric blue and air-conditioned. Bruce watches more of Clark than the aquatic predators, expression on his face particular. Gentle, but restrained; headlocks not the only thing being politely avoided.

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