[ What she says is disjointed at first, it makes no sense. Bruce can't tell if it's because of the kissing, because his breath's coming a little short and his mind's both slow and racing from the rush, and he can't make heads or tails of her words. But apparently the problem in coherence is on her end, mostly anyway, and once she clarifies his confused expression opens into a small grin, a chuckle slipping past. ]
Alright. That's... yeah. Okay. [ Okay? So she means they're sleeping together, right? Literally sleeping, in the same bed, not... anything else, necessarily. God, Bruce hadn't even considered that as an option when he'd made his way over here. Now that it looks like it's happening it's hitting him like a freight train coming out of nowhere, and he looks stunned, to say the least. A little at a loss, more like. ]
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Alright. That's... yeah. Okay. [ Okay? So she means they're sleeping together, right? Literally sleeping, in the same bed, not... anything else, necessarily. God, Bruce hadn't even considered that as an option when he'd made his way over here. Now that it looks like it's happening it's hitting him like a freight train coming out of nowhere, and he looks stunned, to say the least. A little at a loss, more like. ]