[ The synchronicity tells them both enough. Bruce's breathing is even, although he feels his heart pound, he doesn't force it down to a baseline. It'll get there on its own — it's always quick about that, when he's with Dick. From always having a monitor trained on his bedroom, to take the stairs up running when he started to thrash, thrown open the door and soothed him through the rest of it. ]
[ Dick needs to hold on, and so Bruce is immoveable. Why he does, when their last words to each other have been harsh, when separation has done better than togetherness. They were never good about staying apart, drawn together always, most comfortable in each other's orbit. But it's like he's been missing (God, what if his time away was really a year, or more, Dick thinks—) ]
It's all right.
[ It's all right son, hold on, take from me what you need. Whatever the end of that sentence was, it's not going to tear apart this moment. ]
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[ Dick needs to hold on, and so Bruce is immoveable. Why he does, when their last words to each other have been harsh, when separation has done better than togetherness. They were never good about staying apart, drawn together always, most comfortable in each other's orbit. But it's like he's been missing (God, what if his time away was really a year, or more, Dick thinks—) ]
It's all right.
[ It's all right son, hold on, take from me what you need. Whatever the end of that sentence was, it's not going to tear apart this moment. ]