[ He doesn't fuss. They have nurses for that, he just checks her over summarily and quietens down to provide the distraction. Sex would be on the table, most days, nothing quite like being outside one's own head for a while. But they don't slide that way, fatigue, genuine companionship — Bruce isn't going to put a name to either. ]
[ He stays up, not sleeping. His mind is too clear for that, and he's waited out hours for less noble causes than sitting vigil. ]
[ — and there is a horrific intimacy in observing someone's nightmares. Bruce doesn't wait, he reaches out, touches her hand, her shoulder. Low, clear, ]
no subject
[ He stays up, not sleeping. His mind is too clear for that, and he's waited out hours for less noble causes than sitting vigil. ]
[ — and there is a horrific intimacy in observing someone's nightmares. Bruce doesn't wait, he reaches out, touches her hand, her shoulder. Low, clear, ]
Rosalind.