It just means I know what it's like, [ Bruce points out, with the annoying authority of someone who did not have a looming figure break into his creepy warehouse when he was twenty-five. He had Alfred, and a half dozen other serious mentors over the years, but they were all fucking nuts, so.
Maybe he'd have liked help. Camaraderie. Support in some way that wasn't doomed to abandonment, betrayal, and death. (Still could be, he supposes, but why dig graves you can't fill yet.)
Anywhoo. Eyebrows up, beneath the hat. That thing. What will this waitress think of them, Barry. ]
Do you know how to drive a stick shift?
[ He can see the clamshell in a plastic bag being ferried their way, so Bruce consults his wallet, prepared to overcompensate as usual on the tip. He has lobbied for comfortable living wages for all servicepeople before, but it's always just him and the Ben and Jerry's guys in senate hearings. So, tips it is. ]
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Maybe he'd have liked help. Camaraderie. Support in some way that wasn't doomed to abandonment, betrayal, and death. (Still could be, he supposes, but why dig graves you can't fill yet.)
Anywhoo. Eyebrows up, beneath the hat. That thing. What will this waitress think of them, Barry. ]
Do you know how to drive a stick shift?
[ He can see the clamshell in a plastic bag being ferried their way, so Bruce consults his wallet, prepared to overcompensate as usual on the tip. He has lobbied for comfortable living wages for all servicepeople before, but it's always just him and the Ben and Jerry's guys in senate hearings. So, tips it is. ]