“Um…” He wonders if he looks as scared as he feels. If he does, admitting it won’t make him look like a coward. If he doesn’t, denying it will make him a liar and he doesn’t want to lie to Bruce. Temporizing, then, seems like the best option. “Physically?”
Maybe he can just ignore the emotional side of it. Unlikely, but he’s going to try.
“Uh, well, physically I feel fine. I mean, I’m hearing things that I don’t usually—Like your heartbeat.” Taking his hand off of Bruce’s arm, he sets it against his chest, over the heart he knows he shouldn’t be able to hear beating from where he’s standing. “And I can hear Stanley downstairs. He just turned over in his sleep and his tail hit the coffee table.”
His eyes focus on Bruce, then slip to the side when he remembers that there’s something wrong with them. “Sorry. I’m—I don’t want to freak you out.”
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Maybe he can just ignore the emotional side of it. Unlikely, but he’s going to try.
“Uh, well, physically I feel fine. I mean, I’m hearing things that I don’t usually—Like your heartbeat.” Taking his hand off of Bruce’s arm, he sets it against his chest, over the heart he knows he shouldn’t be able to hear beating from where he’s standing. “And I can hear Stanley downstairs. He just turned over in his sleep and his tail hit the coffee table.”
His eyes focus on Bruce, then slip to the side when he remembers that there’s something wrong with them. “Sorry. I’m—I don’t want to freak you out.”