Bruce nodded, shifting to get to his feet as he stared at his own hands...tanned skin, thin forearms, muscles a little more defined thanks to some yoga classes he'd been taking, but...still his.
Glancing up at Kenzi, Bruce calculated the risks of testing his control, his present situation...and concluded that the risk was warranted.
Shutting his eyes, Bruce tried to transform.
It was normally simple, allowing his rage to build and run through him rather than simmer at the bottom of his gut and press, a constant state of tension he couldn't exist without. When he relaxed, when he let that tension take him...
It wasn't like New York. Nothing bled away, nothing went dark...nothing happened.
Opening his eyes, he stared at Kenzi with a mixture of shock, fear, and something he wasn't allowing to be joy. Not until he had data, hard evidence of what was happening to him.
"I can't change. Kenzi, I can't...I-I can't change. The Other Guy, he's...he's gone."
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Date: 2014-05-23 09:56 pm (UTC)Glancing up at Kenzi, Bruce calculated the risks of testing his control, his present situation...and concluded that the risk was warranted.
Shutting his eyes, Bruce tried to transform.
It was normally simple, allowing his rage to build and run through him rather than simmer at the bottom of his gut and press, a constant state of tension he couldn't exist without. When he relaxed, when he let that tension take him...
It wasn't like New York. Nothing bled away, nothing went dark...nothing happened.
Opening his eyes, he stared at Kenzi with a mixture of shock, fear, and something he wasn't allowing to be joy. Not until he had data, hard evidence of what was happening to him.
"I can't change. Kenzi, I can't...I-I can't change. The Other Guy, he's...he's gone."