[ Bruce shivers slightly, though not from the cold, and for a while it almost looks like he's asleep, not quite there. Even the dark feels too blinding and he lets his eyes stay closed for a long while, deep breaths coming in and going out of his lungs, and eventually he forces himself to blink his eyes open, the blur and distant dots of light fading until he can get a more decent definition of the woods and bits of city stretching out before them.
Though he kept his mind and memories throughout all that, it's as if it all hits him again with particular force now. He reaches for one of her hands and tugs it to his lips, kisses the palm, presses it against his cheek before he tries to turn just enough to look at her. ]
Betty— Betty. Are you alright? Jesus— [ He tries to sit up, struggling through the soreness he can feel through his whole body. ]
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Though he kept his mind and memories throughout all that, it's as if it all hits him again with particular force now. He reaches for one of her hands and tugs it to his lips, kisses the palm, presses it against his cheek before he tries to turn just enough to look at her. ]
Betty— Betty. Are you alright? Jesus— [ He tries to sit up, struggling through the soreness he can feel through his whole body. ]