Bruce drank his water and let the silence be for a beat or two, before he said anything.
"He is." Then he let that hang, for just another moment. The space of a - his- heart beat. "Angry. Defensive. Mistrustful. On edge. He isn't safe. Fundamentally wounded." Sound like anyone, Clark? "He just needs... hope, I think, more than anything." He was talking about Jason, he really was. He was just talking about more than Jason, too.
He took another drink of water, a longer one, then leaned backward to set the glass on the nightstand. "He doesn't have much of a foundation for that." You do, Clark. "I wish I knew how to help him, but I don't have much foundation for it, either." That last was just about Jason, at least.
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"He is." Then he let that hang, for just another moment. The space of a - his- heart beat. "Angry. Defensive. Mistrustful. On edge. He isn't safe. Fundamentally wounded." Sound like anyone, Clark? "He just needs... hope, I think, more than anything." He was talking about Jason, he really was. He was just talking about more than Jason, too.
He took another drink of water, a longer one, then leaned backward to set the glass on the nightstand. "He doesn't have much of a foundation for that." You do, Clark. "I wish I knew how to help him, but I don't have much foundation for it, either." That last was just about Jason, at least.
He had no idea how to help that kid.