The way she was going, Brock was ready for her to skip his leg and get near the real interesting territory. He might be better than human with his Other, but some human instincts didn't go away; if she started manhandling his junk, he was probably going to get pretty damn vocal despite himself. She couldn't be that gutsy, could she? He was all for some flirting, but he really didn't think it was a good idea to go beyond that when they were surrounded by people...
"It's supposed to be a mental institute - I think being a prude is a prerequisite," Brock said, flicking a glance down at her hand. Seriously, straying near some sensitive territory, and it wasn't like he was even wearing jeans.
He half-wished the Spider was here. If she was thinking people were prudes, she clearly hadn't met Peter Parker, the king of prudes (which was weird when you thought about it, considering what he wore when he "worked" - it didn't exactly leave a lot to the imagination).
"That's their names for us, doll," Brock said, glancing back at Elle. She was wearing the loose gray Landels uniform, but he could still see her curves. "They claim that's our real names and we've just made everything else up. Why, does it bother you?"
It didn't really bother him anymore. They knew who they were, what they were supposed to be, and being called a different name wouldn't change that. Brock might've doubted his sanity before, back when he was normal...but he had that little alien voice inside him, inside his head, and he knew he wasn't crazy. Not unless they both were.
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"It's supposed to be a mental institute - I think being a prude is a prerequisite," Brock said, flicking a glance down at her hand. Seriously, straying near some sensitive territory, and it wasn't like he was even wearing jeans.
He half-wished the Spider was here. If she was thinking people were prudes, she clearly hadn't met Peter Parker, the king of prudes (which was weird when you thought about it, considering what he wore when he "worked" - it didn't exactly leave a lot to the imagination).
"That's their names for us, doll," Brock said, glancing back at Elle. She was wearing the loose gray Landels uniform, but he could still see her curves. "They claim that's our real names and we've just made everything else up. Why, does it bother you?"
It didn't really bother him anymore. They knew who they were, what they were supposed to be, and being called a different name wouldn't change that. Brock might've doubted his sanity before, back when he was normal...but he had that little alien voice inside him, inside his head, and he knew he wasn't crazy. Not unless they both were.