It was impossible not to notice that Trish was ignoring him, but after their talk, Bruce can't really blame her. In fact, he thinks that this, much like everything else they decided on, is for the best. Unlike what some people believe, absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, even if in the span of a few days it's hard to see that.
With time, he hopes, that'll change. But then there's the fact that they're stuck on a spaceship together, and it's only a matter of time until they run into each other somewhere. Makes the whole thing a lot more complicated, and Bruce doesn't even know if avoiding each other will do anything but make them hurt even more in the long run.
But it's for the best. It's what Bruce tells himself as he goes on with his routine, does his work, has his meals, goes to sleep, while trying (and failing) to not listen to her broadcast. Having a head full of her voice probably isn't the smartest move right now, but anyway.
At least at night he has time on his own to just relax, forget about everything by diving himself into a book and get lost in the pages until sleep weighs his eyelids down. The knock on the door is unexpected, though, Bruce's eyes lifting to the door for a couple of seconds before he sets the book down on the bed and gets up. Glasses still on, he's already in a T-shirt and sweatpants, clearly dressed for bed, but he doesn't really care that that's how he looks when he walks over to the door and opens it.
His expression immediately opens in surprise, though it's brief and discreet, shoulders squaring as he straightens up just so.
"Trish." Why yes, genius, she knows who she is. His eyes scan her briefly, settling on her face again, as if that'll help him decipher why she's here. "Is everything alright?"
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With time, he hopes, that'll change. But then there's the fact that they're stuck on a spaceship together, and it's only a matter of time until they run into each other somewhere. Makes the whole thing a lot more complicated, and Bruce doesn't even know if avoiding each other will do anything but make them hurt even more in the long run.
But it's for the best. It's what Bruce tells himself as he goes on with his routine, does his work, has his meals, goes to sleep, while trying (and failing) to not listen to her broadcast. Having a head full of her voice probably isn't the smartest move right now, but anyway.
At least at night he has time on his own to just relax, forget about everything by diving himself into a book and get lost in the pages until sleep weighs his eyelids down. The knock on the door is unexpected, though, Bruce's eyes lifting to the door for a couple of seconds before he sets the book down on the bed and gets up. Glasses still on, he's already in a T-shirt and sweatpants, clearly dressed for bed, but he doesn't really care that that's how he looks when he walks over to the door and opens it.
His expression immediately opens in surprise, though it's brief and discreet, shoulders squaring as he straightens up just so.
"Trish." Why yes, genius, she knows who she is. His eyes scan her briefly, settling on her face again, as if that'll help him decipher why she's here. "Is everything alright?"