[ Inside, there's a brief, unexpected laugh at the way Barry phrases it. Outside, he just looks faintly amused. Bruce presses a chaste kiss to his mouth, just a little teasing. Making a guy come that many times, indeed. Or something. ]

In that case, I hope I find you waiting for me sometime. [ Another kiss, a little less chaste. ] If you're ever in the mood.

[ He wonders if he's got it in himself to make time to see Barry, seek him out on his own. He'd like to think so - he has thought so, in the past - but it's never ended up working. Bruce loses himself in cases, in misery, in obsessions that are everything but the people he should be obsessed with. (Or is it a blessing that he doesn't fixate on people for good reasons the way he does for bad ones? Would he just ruin it in a new way?) ]

Nothing in this life is easy. But it can still be a life.

[ You know. If you thought he was all doom and gloom, there's this, too. The future isn't here yet. ]