Bruce nods, slowly. Unclear if that's agreement, or just acceptance; imagining it, and the metrics that might prompt Clark to make such a comparison. Uncertain if it's good or bad that his influence is so obvious on someone who wishes to be free of it. He thought he was doing the right thing, with how he raised Rick. At the very least, he thought he was doing the honest thing.
Love's not enough, etc.
Anyway. He moves over to do the thing with the coffee maker, so Clark doesn't blow it up. Ta-da. He lingers there, still holding his own empty mug.
"Thank you," he says. "For talking to him. I don't need to know what you talked about, just. I know you."
Bruce shakes his head a little and exhales through his nose, some wordless completion of that scattered thought. I know enough about you to know you'd be kind to him, and that's all I want for my kid anymore, is shit that's not awful, and that isn't me. Some terrible creeping emotion threatens to close his throat and he runs his thumb over the edge of the mug, thinking.
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Love's not enough, etc.
Anyway. He moves over to do the thing with the coffee maker, so Clark doesn't blow it up. Ta-da. He lingers there, still holding his own empty mug.
"Thank you," he says. "For talking to him. I don't need to know what you talked about, just. I know you."
Bruce shakes his head a little and exhales through his nose, some wordless completion of that scattered thought. I know enough about you to know you'd be kind to him, and that's all I want for my kid anymore, is shit that's not awful, and that isn't me. Some terrible creeping emotion threatens to close his throat and he runs his thumb over the edge of the mug, thinking.