[ She cups his face with both her hands this time before leaning in to kiss him again - deeper this time. Long and lingering and full of her own longing. When she pulls back, it's just because she needed air, and it's only as far to rest her forehead against his. Meeting his gaze again, she rests there, panting softly. ]
We'll figure it out, Bruce. Don't rule it out yet. We'll find our own way. Yeah?
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We'll figure it out, Bruce. Don't rule it out yet. We'll find our own way. Yeah?