“I thought I’d give the Tomb Raider game a shot and raid this office, since you plan on dying in here.”
Approaching the desk, setting the drink he made for Bruce down on a coaster.
“You work too much,” leaning down to press a kiss to his black, mop hair.
I just find it hard to believe you’re wanting this to happen.
Mr. ‘I have a backup plan for my backup plan’ himself.
Not accounting for the possibility that… I could be right.