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mask  is  pulled  up  to  his  nose  ...  if  you  ask  him  WHY  HE  PULLED  IT  UP  ?  ...  thats  private  .  dont  bother  trying  to  find  out  .  but  he  stands  there  ,  his  hands  hang  by  his  side  while  he  watches  the  other  man  .  what  a  sign  of  trust  ,  that  he  knows  what  lies  beneath  the  mask  and  that  he  keeps  that  secret  so  dear  ,  so  close  .  keeps  it  locked  up  inside  of  his  chest  ,  safe  and  secure  .  gloved  hand  raises  ,  fingertips  press  against  his  lips  carefully  ,  before  it  falls  to  his  side  again  while  bruce  speaks  .  ❛  i  dont  wanna  leave  .  ❜  he  says  eventually  ,  but  his  voice  seems  thin  and  quiet  .  lips  press  together  ,  he  keeps  the  mask  up  to  his  nose  .  mouth  revealed  .  ❛  and  i  dont  wanna  sleep  in  the  guest  room  either  .  ❜

the man tilts his head to the side, the urge to place a hand on wade’s scarred skin eating him alive but he refrains. " wade.. i want to see you. all of you. " he doesn’t like to peer pressure others to do anything out of their comfort zone, but there’s an ache to see more of him than what he showed. " please? "

he was being monumentally patient with her. he never once complained about just how long it took her to get ready; how much time she cost them, how many times she'd step away from the doorway to adjust something or other. ❝ could'ja zip 'dis dress? ❞ back is turned to allow him access to the zipper, her fidgeting growing more obvious the closer he drew. ❝ do I look ridiculous? I always worry I look ridiculous, y'know? I dunno. ❞ she looks to their reflections. ❝ i don't wanna' embarrass you. ❞

he extends an elbow to odette and a cheesy wink — attempting to find his playboy personality. " now. shall we attempt to make this night worthwhile? "