"Just go slow. Your body is trying to fight the impulse to be sick."
There's no soothing pain like that, and in Bruce's experience this is true of most hurts. They can only be felt and endured. There are ways to lessen the blows or numb the edges, but it isn't something that can be outrun. It always catches up. Vanitas's body is revolting against the binge drinking and sympathy is easy to find- he's been in this position often enough, had once been the figure doubled over countertops and curled inside beds, waiting for it to stop. It did very little to discourage repeat performances and he suspects that this will hold true for Vanitas too. He needs tools and resources before he can hope to make different decisions.
He hisses, resting one palm against the counter and the other against his stomach. Bruce doesn't stare. There isn't much privacy to be had for Vanitas's largely undressed state and wretched appearance, the unsteady movement of his limbs and shadows under his eyes. But perhaps it's the spirit of the thing. His eyes close a moment later and Bruce stays where he is, a still point on the opposite end of the counter.
"I suppose I don't see why that would keep you from pursuing things that bring you pleasure. It doesn't change the darkness. The darkness will always be there."
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There's no soothing pain like that, and in Bruce's experience this is true of most hurts. They can only be felt and endured. There are ways to lessen the blows or numb the edges, but it isn't something that can be outrun. It always catches up. Vanitas's body is revolting against the binge drinking and sympathy is easy to find- he's been in this position often enough, had once been the figure doubled over countertops and curled inside beds, waiting for it to stop. It did very little to discourage repeat performances and he suspects that this will hold true for Vanitas too. He needs tools and resources before he can hope to make different decisions.
He hisses, resting one palm against the counter and the other against his stomach. Bruce doesn't stare. There isn't much privacy to be had for Vanitas's largely undressed state and wretched appearance, the unsteady movement of his limbs and shadows under his eyes. But perhaps it's the spirit of the thing. His eyes close a moment later and Bruce stays where he is, a still point on the opposite end of the counter.
"I suppose I don't see why that would keep you from pursuing things that bring you pleasure. It doesn't change the darkness. The darkness will always be there."