~Bruces POV~ Vance won't talk to me. After we got to the hotel last night, he talked to me, about everything besides the bruising that lines his shoulder and what I'm seeing is his back. "Vance please tell me how the hell your so bruised" I say as I touch his back,making him flinch "It's nothing bruce" he says with a chuckle in his voice "Vance if your fighting some kid tell me" I grab his hand and look at his knuckles Also bruised He just slides a shirt on then lightly pulls his hand back and puts in under cold water "Just from an accidental slam on your bat, I hit my knuckles" I roll my eyes "Vance for fucks sake just tell me" He sighs and turns around "You really wanna know? Fine, I've been beating the living shit out of some of those kids so they don't touch you ok? I'd rather not talk about it because I haven't been able to fight back." Then he pushes past me and lays on his stomach on the bed.
I walk out of the bathroom and sit next to him "Your not lying?-" "No! I just don't wanna see you hurt ight? So just ignore the bruises" It goes quiet "You feel weak since you can't fight them off, don't you" He sits up "No, because I'm not." I sigh "Vance, just because it's harder to fight off kids a few years older than yo-" "Bruce just quit talking about it ok?" I sigh and nod As he lays back down I pull his shirt up and look at the bruises that line his back "Why your back?" Quiet again "They said so that you didn't notice." I soften my face and lift him chin up "Vance you could of told me" He shakes his head "Don't want you to get hurt or have me to worry about" I chuckle and rub my thumb over his cheek "Vance, me finding bruises is more worrying then you telling me your getting into fights- like I mean fighting makes me anxious but not telling me makes it worse" He sighs and I watch him close his eyes, his long eyelashes coming into view. "I wanna cut my hair" "What?" I say caught off guard
~Vance's POV~ "I wanna cut my hair" I say again My hair just holds to much at this point So why not cut it? "Vance- I thought you liked your hair?!" "I mean I love it, alec and all but like" I say trailing off "But what?" "I just want to get the grabber or atleast the feeling of him off me" Bruce slowly nods "Ok- and what else?" "Well that's really it" I say shrugging I just want the memories of the grabber tugging on my head to go away which they won't but getting rid of my hair is one part of it.
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(What Vance is thinking of)
"But like, how short?" "Pretty Fuckin short" I say shrugging Bruce just stares at me before I see a smile tug at his lips "Bruce" "Hmmm" he says smiling "You want me to do it?" "Hell yea! You look amazing with your long hair but you would look good with short hair" he says pushing a hand through the curls that fall over my shoulders. "You wanna dye it or anything-" "Your pushing it Bruce" He laughs "Yea sorry sorry" I grab his hand and sigh "When would I even have time to-" "Tomorrow?" "Woah tomorrow?" I say "Yea why not, I can take a day off" I look at him "Uhm- I mean maybe" He smiles and shakes my hand "Yay!" I stare at him and awkwardly laugh Didn't think that soon
