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[hulk]

[ The flush of exertion spreads farther down Bruce's neck as he realizes just what has to be under that robe and— ]

Ah, hell.

[ No, no, this is what happened last time. He got caught up and carried away and it's not only foolish for him to do that, it's dangerous. Least of all to himself. ]

Okay, uh. [ He shuffles inside the door before shutting it behind them, all but tiptoeing around Evelyn as if one touch will be the end of him. Backing up until he hits the wall, he ] L-look, this isn't. Even with... Maybe this isn't— No, it definitely isn't the. There's a lot of—

[ As much tripping as he's done on the way over here, it's nothing compared to right now and he drags a hand down his face.

Yes, two weeks ago they had a night that was wholly unexpected, and more amazing than Bruce can bring himself to believe but there had been a reason he'd left in the middle of the night after he'd woken up with Evelyn curled on top of him. A reason that even if he's having a difficult time articulating it now. ]

[nascensibility]

[What is under the robe consists of black eyelash lace and delicate floral patterns, slick satin and the taut straps of garters clinging to their stockings - the only evidence that she's wearing that at all peeks out from under the terrycloth, as she is otherwise barefoot. Evelyn shifts a little as he enters her flat and turns a darker shade of pink, shutting the door behind him and looking, for all intents and purposes, like a man terrified. Given the direction of their recent correspondence Evelyn finds the reaction troubling.

Bruce types like he talks and she watches him curiously picking his way through a minefield, willingly subjecting himself to her company and simultaneously regretting each word that ekes its way past his lips.]

...if you're wondering where to start, I'll accept an apology first. [It seems the best course of action to hand him one small piece at a time, in digestible tidbits.] For you stepping out at three in the morning.

[She gives him his space for the time being, but feigned hurt creeps into her tone.]

Was I that terrible?

[hulk]

[ Bruce doesn't need much evidence as to what lays ready to be uncovered, not with his imagination racing leagues ahead of any common sense he can lay claim to. His eyes keep beginning to drift south to those garters before snapping back front and center. Damn it, he's a grown ass man — not some hormone-addled schoolboy, he's got control of himself. He's got to get control again. ]

Wh- Terrible? [ The echo is confused at first because of course he was ready to apologize for that night, for the huge lapse in judgment that could've very readily put her in serious danger. But for leaving? He can't put it together why that would've been the issue until Evelyn points him in the right direction. ] No, no, you were. I... That just. [ A deep breath. ] It was good. ...Good enough that it was even more of a surprise everything didn't go sideways.

[ His hands don't know what to do with themselves so he tucks them behind his back, leaning on them against the wall. He can't well sit on them to ensure they stay to himself this time, and never mind the express and repeated invitations Evelyn thinks she wants to give him. ]

I am sorry, okay, for— I thought it was best that I just. Not be there wh- It wasn't because of you, though, I swear. That's the truth.

[nascensibility]

[Bruce's interpersonal hangups are understandable given his exceptional track record of smashing his way through...most things, but given that she hadn't encountered the same resistance the last time they had a horizontal conversation, this is

unexpected, at best.

The instant his hands are ushered behind his back and pressed between it and the wall, Evelyn has to wonder if she's really not some part of the problem. (This was going to be a booty call that had some not-fully-formed feelings tangled up in it, but he's not affording her the former to assess the status of the latter, so.) She folds her arms over her chest, unsure and shifting in her stocking feet.]

Nothing happened, though, [she begins, attempting to pick apart whatever argument he is attempting to make.] I mean- we had sex, obviously, why would anything have gone "sideways?"

[hulk]

[ Bruce still doesn't understand the formula that led to the last encounter, not the factors that allowed him to stay himself nor the reason he didn't stop himself in the first place. The latter is slightly easier to figure — lonely and starved for honest to god affection, never mind human contact, combined with the fact that any blind village idiot could see Evelyn Carnahan is a beautiful, brilliant woman and in spite of all other evidence to the contrary? Most days Bruce was still only human.

It explained some things, but didn't excuse the fact he'd slipped up and might've— His stomach churns at the might've. ]

Yeah. That was the surprise, because. ...Something might've g- Or pear-shaped, or just really gone wrong.

[ Hemming, a bit of haw, and god if it weren't already so obvious the discomfort of talking about things like this. It's a mix of embarrassment and shame as he hangs his head and braces for further questions and the possible laugh. ]

Because before that, uh. The other night? I hadn't. Not in a very long time, since— Not since I got the way I am now with... With him. I didn't think I ever could without risking a change and so I just. Didn't. [ His shoulders slump, too caught up in self-flagellation to try and meet her eyes. It would be easier to avoid them if she weren't so damn petite but Bruce gives it a good college effort. ] At least until the other night and it all got away from me. I lost control and it was stupid and reckless and I could've ended up hurting you really badly, which just. Was the last thing I ever wanted to do. ...I panicked, after, realizing what I might've done and. And so I ran.

[ A quiet huff. ]

It's one of the few things I can actually do well.

[nascensibility]

I noticed.

[It doesn't take much to press experience into her observation, given how they first met and the circumstances surrounding that, what led to his flight through the desert to another secluded spot. The way Bruce had nearly turned on his heel to back away when she saw him again in Paris, running from his problems like some sort of Olympic gold medalist in Strategic Avoidance Manouevres.

The claim he holds that something might have gone wrong isn't exactly substantiated, more assumption than precedent. It almost doesn't make sense, the disconnect too great between the way he had pulled her against him then, and how he refrains from all contact now. (Too be honest, all of this is a little bit of a mood-killer, but she doesn't think he's capable of hearing that at the moment.)]

You know, if you'd actually lost control, we'd be standing in a crater instead of an apartment right now.

[Gingerly, seeing as he is adverse to touch, Evelyn flicks his shoulder and jerks her head to the sofa before turning and padding over to it. Settling on one end she pats the cushion next to her.]

You're preoccupied with a hypothetical.

[hulk]

[ Only if he can accept his medal in absentia. Stones, moss, et cetera. ]

I know. [ Bruce's voice is soft but still honestly and obviously afraid of precisely what Evelyn brings up for mere rhetoric's sake.

He watches her walk away, unable to shutter away the longing in his eyes before she turns round and beckons him closer. Feeling prickles back into his hands as he shuffles over to his seat — he hadn't realized he had clenched them so tight. ]

It wasn't hypothetical, not... [ A sharp inhale as he flops back against the cushions and god, if he could be talking to anybody else but Evelyn about this it would be about a million times less embarrassing. Catch twenty-two, of course — because before Evelyn he had thought he'd put this whole idea behind him. That he'd accepted that this was a non-issue, just one more thing permanently off the table. That he was okay with that. ] I tried. Once or twice before, n- It wasn't with anyone just. ...On my own.

[ Times like this he wishes he wore more collared shirts; it's less cathartic pulling the hem of a cotton tee, coughing awkwardly. ]

It's not just the being angry, it was any sort of physical agitation and. And never mind if it was the good or bad kind of agitated. He couldn't tell the difference, and I couldn't hold him back. [ His mouth sours into a frown, forehead knitting into a frown. ] At least I couldn't before and. And I don't know if I could again. It's not exactly a safe sort of thing to experiment with.

[nascensibility]

[He knows, he knows, he knows better than anyone and shouldn't the practical demonstration have been encouraging? Evelyn crosses her legs and keeps her hands to herself and tries not to be too bothered by the behaviour she all but saw coming at her like a speeding bus. She'd caught him on a lucky night then, no agitation in the hands that had gripped her thighs or the mouth that pressed kisses to her shoulders, more sincerity than nervousness.

(And how do you explain a disaster, really? The Conservatives would have a field day with that one. Masturbation kills. It's not funny. It isn't funny.)

Evelyn would argue that this appears to be a special case, an isolated event by comparison, and wonders what it is that permitted the two of them to spend an evening together without any incident.]

Have you considered the possibility that I don't agitate you? [Evelyn raises her eyebrows, leaning an elbow on the armrest.] And that that's why nothing happened?

[hulk]

[ (It's a little funny. But then Bruce has always tried hardest to laugh off the worst. It rarely works.)

That argument would then rely on repetition, since every scientist worth the sheepskin knows nothing can be assumed true unless the same results come about from the same conditions — and this is a very dangerous thing to experiment with. ]

You do though. In a really good way, but. [ He knows better, is what it always comes down to, and yet he so rarely does what in practice sounds simple. Don't touch, don't think, don't want, just turn off. His eyes fall to the hands in his lap, embarrassed and chastened by the admission in equal parts. As if he shouldn't have, as if it were a mistake to desire someone that attractive, brilliant, and never mind has made every indication of feeling the same. ] ...A lot. More than I thought I'd be.

[ As if fully aware this is a mistake and yet he still wants it anyway, in spite of all common sense and rational thought.

Normal seems so far beyond where either of them stand anymore, but that doesn't mean Evelyn shouldn't get as close to it as possible. Doesn't mean she needs to be taking a chance on being hurt — awfully, brutally hurt — with what should be one of the most normal, natural things in the world to do. With what Bruce would love to give if he were sure he could without it exploding in both their faces. ]