[ Bruce's response to that bit of hypocritical bullshit is a slow raise of first one eyebrow then the other. As if nobody in this particular bed were guilty of the same, as if they weren't in this bed because of someone's nonstop talking— The way Sam had practically stuck his head in a green lion's mouth in spite of several no's from said lion.
For all the irony in those two syllables, for all that he knows better, he still relaxes inch by inch the longer Sam's thumb swipes along his skin. The other shoe will drop, it has to, that's the way the universe works, but Bruce is still starved for contact. Selfish. Stupid. He knows better yet in a choice between scalds and frostbite he still catches himself leaning towards the fire. ]
no subject
[ Bruce's response to that bit of hypocritical bullshit is a slow raise of first one eyebrow then the other. As if nobody in this particular bed were guilty of the same, as if they weren't in this bed because of someone's nonstop talking— The way Sam had practically stuck his head in a green lion's mouth in spite of several no's from said lion.
For all the irony in those two syllables, for all that he knows better, he still relaxes inch by inch the longer Sam's thumb swipes along his skin. The other shoe will drop, it has to, that's the way the universe works, but Bruce is still starved for contact. Selfish. Stupid. He knows better yet in a choice between scalds and frostbite he still catches himself leaning towards the fire. ]