[Before Edward can even answer Bruce's incredibly tactless question, Ema's already stepped forward to respond. And though he doesn't get bent out of shape about it, he can feel his chest coil uncomfortably all the same.]
Right. ...so long, then.
[At least she still wants to talk to him. And she got the message that he didn't intend to whisk her out of here to talk right now. All the same, the fact that now she's leaving him to converse with his archnemesis doesn't help matters much. Once she's out of earshot, Eddie crosses his arms, glaring daggers at the Capeless Crusader.]
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Right. ...so long, then.
[At least she still wants to talk to him. And she got the message that he didn't intend to whisk her out of here to talk right now. All the same, the fact that now she's leaving him to converse with his archnemesis doesn't help matters much. Once she's out of earshot, Eddie crosses his arms, glaring daggers at the Capeless Crusader.]
Smooth. What the hell was that all about?