[ Eleven's eyebrows shoot up for a moment, and it's enturely possible that her cheeks flush. Though perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. Bruce, like Peter, seems to be smart in ways she barely understands. Clever. No wonder he realizes her intentions.
She scuffs her boots along the ground beneath them. She got those at the store with Riku, shortly after her arrival on bare feet. ]
What is...happening. I worry.
[ About him, about Riku. About secrets. It was a bad idea maybe - she doesn't quite know how to articulate all of this. ]
Is he hurting?
[ Not 'is he hurt'. And most certainly not 'did you hurt him' - no. ]
no subject
She scuffs her boots along the ground beneath them. She got those at the store with Riku, shortly after her arrival on bare feet. ]
What is...happening. I worry.
[ About him, about Riku. About secrets. It was a bad idea maybe - she doesn't quite know how to articulate all of this. ]
Is he hurting?
[ Not 'is he hurt'. And most certainly not 'did you hurt him' - no. ]