[ There are black fabric napkins discreetly sitting on the coffee table, which Bruce hands over. In a very chill way. Check out how chill he is. He buys himself some time by chugging his smoothie, in the interests of getting rid of it so that he can enjoy his scalding caffeine.

What the fuck to say. Probably not mustering up an offer to fuck again; despite having no speed force metabolism, Bruce is a highly sexually motivated person, and when the opportunity arises it's hard to make that voice shut up. But no, that's a little weird. And so is saying something terminally awkward like 'well, you said you hadn't done that before, so I didn't want to leave you alone because it can make a person feel vulnerable', because oh my god.

He finishes his superfood smush, holds the cup between long fingers, considers the younger man.

Finally, ]

I don't know.

[ welp ]

I haven't stayed until after for.. years, now, I think the last person I spent any real time with was the woman I almost married. [ He moves the empty cup around, implying a shrug. Sucks to suck, Bruce. ] I didn't want to leave you alone, and I didn't feel like being alone. I don't have any ideas past that.