[ Bruce is quiet for a moment. He'd thought Jason would have preferred his own space. It feels less like Jason is coming home and more like moving in together. It's strangely domestic. ]
[He hums. He won't give up his apartment, or his safehouse, but that doesn't mean anything. Bruce has about five different place he can stash himself in Gotham, although Bruce out of all of them sleeps at home the most.]
Okay.
[He leans in a little, although he's still wearing his muzzle, and presses his forehead to Bruce.]
[ There's nothing wrong with going forward. Sometimes it feels like it is. Like his focus is shifting and the Mission suffers for it.
But he has such good things in front of him. His family. Jason standing right here with his forehead pressing against his own. It's okay to go forward. ]
I'll tell Alfred to set a place for you at the table.
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[Because the room that was his feels strangely forbidden. It's still perfectly preserved, and while the memorial case infuriated Jason, his old room-
-well. That was different. He couldn't explain how.]
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I'd like that.
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Okay.
[He leans in a little, although he's still wearing his muzzle, and presses his forehead to Bruce.]
Hey.
There's nothing wrong with going forward.
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But he has such good things in front of him. His family. Jason standing right here with his forehead pressing against his own. It's okay to go forward. ]
I'll tell Alfred to set a place for you at the table.