[ Vroom vroom. No point waiting around; in this city, loitering - even in an idled car - is an open invite for someone to peer inside and start something. Never-ending intrigue in what was once America's greatest city, and now the planet's strangest dead-end.
At least they've still got a Dairy Queen. Well. Barry does alright. Bruce does correct him, now and again, but it isn't sharp. He's learned lessons about being an overbearing instructor years ago.
A thoughtful sound, at the end of the younger man's torrent of words. He's becoming more used to it as time goes on. ]
Is that what it is, [ he says eventually. There's something like reflection in his voice. Turning over Barry's idea, inspecting it. ] Normalcy.
[ Perhaps a too-revealing response. Bruce doesn't know what normal feels like, outside of endless nights of violence interspersed with isolating himself with his adopted father, and their mutual alcoholism. Hm.
Is this friendship??? Are they all friends? Is Bruce actually doing something right. What. That doesn't sound correct. ]
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At least they've still got a Dairy Queen. Well. Barry does alright. Bruce does correct him, now and again, but it isn't sharp. He's learned lessons about being an overbearing instructor years ago.
A thoughtful sound, at the end of the younger man's torrent of words. He's becoming more used to it as time goes on. ]
Is that what it is, [ he says eventually. There's something like reflection in his voice. Turning over Barry's idea, inspecting it. ] Normalcy.
[ Perhaps a too-revealing response. Bruce doesn't know what normal feels like, outside of endless nights of violence interspersed with isolating himself with his adopted father, and their mutual alcoholism. Hm.
Is this friendship??? Are they all friends? Is Bruce actually doing something right. What. That doesn't sound correct. ]