It's easier to recognize something when it's turned on someone else, anyone else. When Bruce looked at him it's just- the way Bruce looked at him. Warm and trusting and open. Not something he got from a lot of people. Not something he felt he earned from many and Bruce handed it over without blinking. It was...humbling to say the least. But to have it turned on someone else? Cause for teasing, gentle ribbing. The gentlest as he reached up to ruffle Bruce's close cropped hair.
No small part of him missed the curls, but it was a moot point.
"No it's- I'm glad you told them to get me. I thought- You went missing, I couldn't find you, I didn't know if you were dead or not. So- I thought you were dead. And that my damn cloaking tech helped kill you." It might not be better, but it was bearable. "It was the only way, he'd said. To beat him. I still- it didn't fit. I'm not worth half the universe."
Ugh, morbid. He shook his head, clinging to Bruce's hand. "Tell me more about Scrapper- 142?"
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No small part of him missed the curls, but it was a moot point.
"No it's- I'm glad you told them to get me. I thought- You went missing, I couldn't find you, I didn't know if you were dead or not. So- I thought you were dead. And that my damn cloaking tech helped kill you." It might not be better, but it was bearable. "It was the only way, he'd said. To beat him. I still- it didn't fit. I'm not worth half the universe."
Ugh, morbid. He shook his head, clinging to Bruce's hand. "Tell me more about Scrapper- 142?"