realwhenitsuseful:
Bruce knew it was complicated, that simply having Tim around didn’t mean their situation was fixed, keeping them close while their memories had yet to return only a temporary solution while they tried to find answers. Still, having his son around, falling into such a familiar routine, their current conversation reminiscent of so many they had before Thanos came into the picture–it wasn’t the same, it was far from it, but it was something nevertheless.
“Your performance isn’t my concern, Mister Park, it’s your well being.” He paused leaning back on his office chair. “Take the rest of the afternoon off, get some rest. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow.”
thomas rubs his face tiredly, disappointed in himself. here he was sitting, in a spot someone wished they could be, and he was being sent away in the stupidest way.
“ i’m sorry. “ he stands up. “ should i pack up my desk today or tomorrow before our meeting? “








