Bruce Frowned Down At His Phone. He Hoped Andie Wasn't Sick... God, He Felthelplesshere, Countries And

Bruce frowned down at his phone. He hoped Andie wasn't sick... God, he felt helpless here, countries and seas and entire continents away from her, but there was nothing he could do right now. He tried to swallow back the nervousness in his throat as he dialed her number and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello, Andie?"

Four months. That was how long it had been since she'd last seen Bruce and it was driving her crazy. Two months prior she had gone to see Hank, thinking she had caught the stomach flu that had been going around. It turned out that that wasn't the case. She was pregnant. She honestly hadn't known what to do, Bruce had already left for a calmer place and she didn't have a reliable way to reach him. Finally, two months later, she was able to get a text through. [text] I need to talk to you asap.

Bruce frowned down at his phone. The woman talking frantically next to him quieted, and he stood. He assured the woman, in Bengali, that all was okay, and he would be right back. He left the woman and his patient and ducked outside, tapping out a reply.

[text] Okay, what’s up? Unless you’d prefer I called?

Give ♥ this ♥ to the ♥ twelve♥ nicest ♥ people ♥ you ♥ know ♥ if ♥ you ♥ get ♥ five ♥ back ♥ you ♥ must ♥ be ♥ perfect ♥

[[In a related story, the Mun has decided her gif fc for herself is Holland Roden. Because Holland Roden is perfect. The end.]]

Bruce's expression softened. "Oh, Andie," he sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." Bruce trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I'm a monster. You're an idiot. Sorry, but, yeah, you're an idiot for getting involved with me." He took a step closer to her. "If you're going back to the school, I just..." He took her face in his hands. "I'm sorry you were scared."

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

"I am responsible," Bruce said, trying valiantly to keep his pulse from skyrocketing from a combination of desire, frustration, and anger. He let his hands fall down to wrap around hers where hers were fisted in his shirt. He took a deep, steadying breath. 

"I am responsible for what H... for what the Other Guy does. It's a part of me. A part that split off, yeah, but it's there, inside of me. I'm there when he's out, and he's there when I'm out. And, you know, it should scare you. I worry, a little bit, that it doesn't." Bruce looked down at his hands over hers.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce laughed, wrapping one arm around her and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Good morning," he replied, pulling her close. "It's crazy, you know? How beautiful you look in the morning." He shut his eyes and made a small humming noise into her hair.

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Bruce stood up on shaky legs, leaning against the wall for support. He frowned at Andie, studying her face as she spoke, still too separate from himself to process her words. He stumbled forward a couple of steps towards her.

"What did you say to him?" he said, quietly. "You said..." Bruce rubbed at his temples, then shook his head. "Why would you say that?"

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"