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Bruce & Bobby Apartment: Post-Triangle 4/23

Apr 25, 2006 04:59

The key in the door jingled slightly as the door opened, letting Bruce and Bobby in. Bobby making his way into the middle of the main space before he just wound to a stop.

He stared dumbly at the comic sitting on the table. Not so drunk now, just numb. And achey, he wrapped his arms around himself.

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princenolonger April 24 2006, 19:40:04 UTC

Shutting the door quietly behind them, Bruce watched Bobby for a minute. Strong emotion crippled you, made you unable to function, and Bruce had spent a lot of the last few months learning how to control his.

But certain people had gotten under his skin and he couldn't not respond to them in distress. Bobby was one of them.

Bruce closed the distance between them with three long strides, and, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulled Bobby up against his chest.

emo_popsicle April 25 2006, 04:34:40 UTC

Bobby felt arms wrap around him, crushing him to a strong chest. Bruce...

Bruce was strong. He wouldn't freak out at someone snapping at him. Especially not someone in a position of limited information and experience. Bobby's shoulder's tensed. Bruce was strong? Bobby could be strong. Except....'Cept Bruce gets angry, he told you so, and he gets upset. Maybe you're putting him on a pedestal Drake? You do it with Scott, always have. So maybe... Maybe he was putting himself on a pedestal?

This isn't the Mansion. He doesn't -have- to be Mr. Mayor. The Mansion-fucking-mascot. All they want from him here is... To be a son, and a little brother, sometimes - to some - a lover. And backup. When he can.

The scent of Bruce intrudes on his senses, breaking his revery. Warm chest, strong arms and he smells nice. It was like the Valentine's Ball. Except for the zombies. Zombies.

"Sure, Bobby. Zombies." Scott. Damn.

Muffled sobs came from Bruce's chest as Bobby let himself fall.

princenolonger April 26 2006, 11:12:31 UTC

One hand moved to stroke Bobby's hair, and the other pressed against his lower back, supporting him. In a little while, he'd lead his little brother into his bedroom, and hold him until he slept. For now, he simply let him take what comfort he could find in warmth and physical affection.

Maybe he hadn't done or said anything much, but if Scott knew Bobby well enough to be a brother to him, then he had no business cutting him down. Especially not in public. And even more especially when they'd only just been reunited.

Lips pressed into the crown of Bobby's head, Bruce decided it was a very good thing Scott wasn't here right now. He genuinely liked the man, but if he'd been standing in the room with them, chances were excellent Bruce would've hauled off and decked him.

emo_popsicle April 26 2006, 12:13:07 UTC

Bobby just felt warm, supported. With Bruce's arms around him and the faint sensation of Bruce's lips on the top of his head, he was cradled.

He hadn't felt this since Johnny. It was nice, not to have to be the hero. Gradually the urge to curl up and quietly fall to pieces faded. He looked up, chin resting on Bruce's chest. The man wasn't even cold. Either he was just too damn -tired- to pump out the Cold, which would be a first, or some part of his subconscious had kept it restrained. Bobby wasn't going to argue. Losing control was a rare privilege for him.

"So," he was amazed to recognize the hoarse voice as his own. "Guess I'm kinda fucked up, huh?"

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OOC artisticblond April 25 2006, 19:00:49 UTC

Delete this post if needed... but *zomgwibble*. Bobby just broke my heart. Beautifully written.