This is a continuation of my Rainbow snippet of yesterday, in which Jeffrey used some tough love on Bruce; it’s a little long, but I wanted to show Bruce’s actual breaking point:
One of the nurses gasped, then made to go to Bruce, but Jon put his hand on her arm, shaking his head.
“That—that was an asshole thing to say,” Bruce muttered, his chin pointed toward his chest.
“I had to make you angry enough to want to fight, my love.”
Jeffrey watched, crushed, as Bruce’s face started to twitch, his eyes anguished pools. Jeffrey sat on the edge of the bed and gathered him into his arms, mindful of his medical tethers, and Bruce looked in his eyes.
“I’m in love with YOU, Bruce,” Jeffrey whispered. “Not your legs. Do you hear me?”
Jeffrey took Bruce behind the neck and gently pressed him into his chest, hugging him as tightly as he could, his eyes squeezed shut as he rested his chin on the top of Bruce’s head.
“Don’t ever turn away from me, Bruce. Don’t. Not after all we‘ve been through, apart and together.”
He smiled then.
“Remember what Poppa Lando said when he blessed us? The night I asked you to marry me?” He leaned down closer, whispering in his ear.
“That night of wild monkey sex?”
Bruce nodded, smiling a little in spite of his own tears threatening to spill over.
“Support each other in the dark times, for it is then that you will need each other the most,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
“You‘re stuck with me then,” Jeffrey said. He looked down at Bruce in his arms, and saw his face twisting in sorrow.
“I–I’m sorry I yelled at you. I love you, Jeffrey, please don’t leave me alone–,” he said, his voice quavering and fragile. Bruce pushed his face into Jeffrey’s chest and started to cry, unmindful of the pain, not caring. Jeffrey rubbed his back, his own tears coming again. He had a fleeting thought, wondering how long it would be until they would both stop crying.
“I want my legs back!”
Bruce screamed the words, the force of it going into Jeffrey, straight to his heart. Bruce’s wall broke then, huge wrenching sobs tearing out of him. Jeffrey murmured to him as he stroked his hair.
“Just let it out, my darling, we’ll get through this, you can bet your sweet little ass.”
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