Chapter 87

• Food wasn’t exactly the thing he was hungry for but being drunk on an empty stomach probably wasn’t smart so he just nodded and got up when he felt weight shift then disappear off the couch and followed into the kitchen, it wasn’t the biggest but wasn’t so small Bruce felt squeezed, he just leaned against the counter as the smaller man opened the door to the fridge and looked inside, he was honestly surprised every time because as little as he’s seen Kent actually eat in all of the years they’ve known each other there was always a good amount of things to snack on.
• “What do you want”
• Bruce almost said the first thing on his mind but quickly bit his tongue and pretended it was just him thinking despite the both of them knowing he doesn’t do that when he actually thinks, “uuuh, maybe a sandwich?”