( of all the conversations she was expecting, it wasn't this one. and yet perhaps it is something she should grow better at expecting. she and Bruce had been awake for months now, and that time was punctuated with people waking and people returning to stasis. too many of those names they were mourning were the children he loved so dearly.
she takes his hand proper and clasps her hands over the calloused skin. presses his palm to her heartbeat before she speaks, because she knows that is the only part of her left without fortifications and defenses. )
I'm sorry. ( even such a simple phrase doesn't seem to say as much as she wants to. it doesn't feel enough. yet, what is enough, when it came to losing a loved one all over again? )
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she takes his hand proper and clasps her hands over the calloused skin. presses his palm to her heartbeat before she speaks, because she knows that is the only part of her left without fortifications and defenses. )
I'm sorry. ( even such a simple phrase doesn't seem to say as much as she wants to. it doesn't feel enough. yet, what is enough, when it came to losing a loved one all over again? )