He leaned in then and pressed a kiss to Bruce's forehead, let it linger, let his lips press that heat into Bruce's skin.
"I don't," he admitted, "but I don't think less of you for that either. Just so that you know."
He tilted his head down to start kissing and nuzzling at Bruce's temple. Not because the conversation was over, but because he needed it. He needed it for a moment, that sweetness, the comfort. Because there was more to say here and he didn't want to say it. Didn't want to admit to it. But that was half the problem, wasn't it? And if he couldn't tell Bruce, who could he tell?
If Bruce could tell him about his own darkness, how could he deny Bruce his?
He drew back then, breath shuddering a little, eyes wandering from Bruce's even as he tried to meet them. Tried.
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"I don't," he admitted, "but I don't think less of you for that either. Just so that you know."
He tilted his head down to start kissing and nuzzling at Bruce's temple. Not because the conversation was over, but because he needed it. He needed it for a moment, that sweetness, the comfort. Because there was more to say here and he didn't want to say it. Didn't want to admit to it. But that was half the problem, wasn't it? And if he couldn't tell Bruce, who could he tell?
If Bruce could tell him about his own darkness, how could he deny Bruce his?
He drew back then, breath shuddering a little, eyes wandering from Bruce's even as he tried to meet them. Tried.
"Because it might be what I need too."