[ Each moment alone leaves Bruce's skin itching uncomfortably, but if there's one thing he's grown used to is controlling himself. The sensation is manageable when he's alone - the problem is when there are other people nearby, and it's beyond his own awareness that he closes distances and reaches for strangers. Most times he doesn't even realize he's doing it until he steps away again.
The kitchen's usually empty late at night, realistically being the time he prefers to go there and get himself some food. He doesn't expect company, and though it's not enough to startle him, the arrival surprises him anyway. He turns on the spot, feeling his shoulders tense as he draws his hands to himself and takes a step back. ]
Hi. Sorry, midnight snack. [ Bruce's not even looking at the guy, which makes it just a little easier for him to even think about heading out the door, even as he feels his focus slipping away with each ticking second. ] I'll get out of your way.
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The kitchen's usually empty late at night, realistically being the time he prefers to go there and get himself some food. He doesn't expect company, and though it's not enough to startle him, the arrival surprises him anyway. He turns on the spot, feeling his shoulders tense as he draws his hands to himself and takes a step back. ]
Hi. Sorry, midnight snack. [ Bruce's not even looking at the guy, which makes it just a little easier for him to even think about heading out the door, even as he feels his focus slipping away with each ticking second. ] I'll get out of your way.