[Miyano doesn't do a great job of pretending to avert his eyes, mostly settling for frequent sideways looks that just serve to intensify the blush rising up his neck. By the time Bruce actually gets into bed, the teen's so red he's surprised he doesn't glow in the dark.
For a moment he considers just curling up and going back to sleep -- there's enough trust built that he isn't afraid Bruce will hurt him, or even try anything untoward. But after a pause, Miyano rolls to his side, shirt falling off both shoulders now. The lantern is just bright enough for him to see Bruce's face. He looks tired.]
I was...thinking about what you said earlier. Um, before I fell asleep, I mean.
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For a moment he considers just curling up and going back to sleep -- there's enough trust built that he isn't afraid Bruce will hurt him, or even try anything untoward. But after a pause, Miyano rolls to his side, shirt falling off both shoulders now. The lantern is just bright enough for him to see Bruce's face. He looks tired.]
I was...thinking about what you said earlier. Um, before I fell asleep, I mean.