[ Bruce is only now realizing that he really didn't think this through at all. He just prepared himself up to showing up at her door and not talking himself out of ringing the bell, but he didn't really think of how it would affect him, it would affect her. For a genius he feels pretty stupid right now, because right now it seems like Betty's breaking apart in front of him, and he should have seen it, he should have known it would (or could) happen, and he should be able to do more than just stand there, hopelessly trying to pick up the tiny pieces of her that keep breaking off and falling all around them.
Even when she wipes her snot on her sleeve it's a sad thing, and Bruce lets out a sharp, pained chuckle, the flicker of amusement making him ache right at the center of his chest. His heart clenches, again for what feels like the hundredth time in mere seconds. He could just die right here, he feels that if not for the fact that he can't, this pain could kill him right now. ]
I will, I'll stay. I'll stay. [ He blurts out the words without thinking twice of it, without needing to. He really had no plans when he came here, he didn't know if he'd stay or just leave again, and honestly? A lot of it would boil down to how he would come to find Betty when he got here. But Betty's asking him to stay, and she's always had that hold on him, always, a single word from her and he would sink to the depths of the ocean, he would jump off a cliff; he would set down his bags and take off his shoes and sit with her until time itself caught up to them, until they held each other close enough and for long enough that he would just disappear into her. And he would be alright with that.
He brushes the base of his thumbs across her cheeks softly, cradling her face in his hands as he leans in and rests their foreheads together. ]
god I need some Betty before I die from the withdrawal symptoms
Even when she wipes her snot on her sleeve it's a sad thing, and Bruce lets out a sharp, pained chuckle, the flicker of amusement making him ache right at the center of his chest. His heart clenches, again for what feels like the hundredth time in mere seconds. He could just die right here, he feels that if not for the fact that he can't, this pain could kill him right now. ]
I will, I'll stay. I'll stay. [ He blurts out the words without thinking twice of it, without needing to. He really had no plans when he came here, he didn't know if he'd stay or just leave again, and honestly? A lot of it would boil down to how he would come to find Betty when he got here. But Betty's asking him to stay, and she's always had that hold on him, always, a single word from her and he would sink to the depths of the ocean, he would jump off a cliff; he would set down his bags and take off his shoes and sit with her until time itself caught up to them, until they held each other close enough and for long enough that he would just disappear into her. And he would be alright with that.
He brushes the base of his thumbs across her cheeks softly, cradling her face in his hands as he leans in and rests their foreheads together. ]
I'm not going anywhere. I promise.