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Alessa Gillespie ([personal profile] godandhermother) wrote in [personal profile] starkingenuity 2014-07-31 02:17 pm (UTC)

Bruce was not stupid. He could put two and two together.

He backed up a little further, shutting himself down and sincerely hoping his theory was wrong. He took off his glasses, looking to the healers around them and softly saying, “Can we have a moment, please?”

This was going to get intensely personal and he would like the three of them to talk alone.

“You wanted me to tell you that Bruce was okay.” Alessa, on the other hand, didn’t really care about company. To her, talking around the healers was closer to talking around monkeys than actual people. Actually, talking around anyone she didn’t really care about was like talking around a monkey. Usually an annoying one. “You were in the graveyard, but you were pulled underground into the jail. You wouldn’t stop asking me about him. It was really annoying, actually.”

Back then, he was also just a chattering monkey to her. A chattering monkey that was obsessed with another monkey who chattered slightly less.

“Then we played a chess game. I had to make the pieces. When you won, I said you could ask a question and I’d answer honestly. I would have answered your questions even if you didn’t play, but you were really rude about asking so I decided to make you work for it.”

Had this been any other situation, Bruce would have chuckled at her. Yeah, that sounded like Alessa. And that also sounded like Tony.

“Can you remember what you asked me?”

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