Bruce stops mid-stride back to his desk then turns to look at Tim, his sagging shoulders. Part of him thinks it'd be best to just send Tim on his way. Let him think whatever he wants about any surveillance footage that may exist of them.
"If you're hungry, we can have lunch. I just thought you wanted space."
Emphasis on space, to remind Tim this is what he asked for. Distance from him and from all of the changes in their relationship.
"That's---not the point, Bruce." Tim's face flushes a little. The way Bruce
says it makes it sound like a home movie he's going to have on repeat in
private or something, hoarding the footage from the world. It's not exactly
making Tim feel any better about the whole thing, knowing there's any kind
of footage of that night. Of how desperate he looked. How he acted. "It
should be destroyed."
He says flatly, like he's stating a fact. Like he's commenting on the weather or asking for the score from the game last night. Impersonal. Like it's not rotting something vital inside of him.
"No one will see it, Tim. Because it doesn't exist."
"....Right." Tim doesn't trust him, not on this front, not when he's certainly seen Bruce hold onto worse things that he considered important to The Cause without considering its importance to the actual person it depicted. Usually, Tim could let it slide, since it had nothing to do with him, and it was always for the greater good, but this...
If Bruce had even a second of it... It was like keeping a piece of Tim hostage.
"I trust you, Bruce," he adds, quietly. "Thank you." And then he's leaving, because he does want space, doesn't he? He demanded it. So why does he feel so incredibly hollow without Bruce?
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"If you're hungry, we can have lunch. I just thought you wanted space."
Emphasis on space, to remind Tim this is what he asked for. Distance from him and from all of the changes in their relationship.
"Don't worry. No one will see it."
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"That's---not the point, Bruce." Tim's face flushes a little. The way Bruce says it makes it sound like a home movie he's going to have on repeat in private or something, hoarding the footage from the world. It's not exactly making Tim feel any better about the whole thing, knowing there's any kind of footage of that night. Of how desperate he looked. How he acted. "It should be destroyed."
he's (probably) lying lmao
He says flatly, like he's stating a fact. Like he's commenting on the weather or asking for the score from the game last night. Impersonal. Like it's not rotting something vital inside of him.
"No one will see it, Tim. Because it doesn't exist."
you know he got that shit on his phone
If Bruce had even a second of it... It was like keeping a piece of Tim hostage.
"I trust you, Bruce," he adds, quietly. "Thank you." And then he's leaving, because he does want space, doesn't he? He demanded it. So why does he feel so incredibly hollow without Bruce?