[Bruce, on the other hand, has the steady even breaths of someone who runs every morning as a survival skill. He's reflexively checking his wrist monitor as he comes to a stop in front of her, but it's good, at a safe rate, proving that his constant militant practice has a purpose.
He nods shortly, opening the flap on the battered leather messenger bag he'd brought with him, ready for whatever she's handing over.]
And tomorrow morning, [he insists, because incurable paranoia is a way of life for him by now.] If you need a place to stay tonight, you can use mine. [Even if she's done something wrong, she's just a kid. She shouldn't have to suffer for her mistakes the way Bruce has, and has always had to. She should have a chance.]
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He nods shortly, opening the flap on the battered leather messenger bag he'd brought with him, ready for whatever she's handing over.]
And tomorrow morning, [he insists, because incurable paranoia is a way of life for him by now.] If you need a place to stay tonight, you can use mine. [Even if she's done something wrong, she's just a kid. She shouldn't have to suffer for her mistakes the way Bruce has, and has always had to. She should have a chance.]