Bruce let out a sigh, watching his child silently stand outside of the glass doors to his home office. "Come in," he closed his laptop, not wanting them to snoop through his files. "You have that look on your face. What happened?" Bruce clasped his hands together, looking you up and down. He knew you'd recently gone through a breakup, and were isolating yourself, so, if you wanted to talk with him, even if he was working, he'd let you.