[ admittedly, it takes just a moment too long for him to actually step into the lake house. he's never been here before, didn't even know that bruce lived here until he'd received its coordinates on his phone. his gaze sweeps the interior, taking in how open, how modern, how glassy it is. his eyes dart to bruce before he enters and drops his bags in the foyer. a slow breath bleeds away the tension in his shoulders from such a long drive before he shrugs.
are they talking business already? ]
Fine. You know how it is. [ he assumes bruce knows, assumes bruce keeps tabs on him. he shoves his hands into his pockets, standing there awkwardly. it's been five years. ] Sorry about the--car. [ a tilt of his head out to where he's parked the minivan. ] I'll find something similar.
/wipes your tears & retcons the porsche to minivan ;;
are they talking business already? ]
Fine. You know how it is. [ he assumes bruce knows, assumes bruce keeps tabs on him. he shoves his hands into his pockets, standing there awkwardly. it's been five years. ] Sorry about the--car. [ a tilt of his head out to where he's parked the minivan. ] I'll find something similar.