His eyes are closed and there are so many things going through his head. So very many things.
He remembers. God, the things he remembers. He can't remember things he wasn't there for, though. But he can imagine. He can imagine Bruce working with that black armband, restitching, adjusting, redesigning. Being frustrated at the crest printing. Being frustrated at the arm band.
Frustrated at the reason for the arm band.
Frustrated at everything.
He pushes himself up from the counter and looks Bruce in the eyes then, putting the knife down, brushing the spinach off his fingers. Then, clearly purposeful, he steps closer to Bruce and leans into his personal space.
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He remembers. God, the things he remembers. He can't remember things he wasn't there for, though. But he can imagine. He can imagine Bruce working with that black armband, restitching, adjusting, redesigning. Being frustrated at the crest printing. Being frustrated at the arm band.
Frustrated at the reason for the arm band.
Frustrated at everything.
He pushes himself up from the counter and looks Bruce in the eyes then, putting the knife down, brushing the spinach off his fingers. Then, clearly purposeful, he steps closer to Bruce and leans into his personal space.
"And?"