“What’s wrong with you?.” Bruce asks, leaning against the bedroom door frame, watching as you remove your jewelry and set them down at the grand vanity.

He just couldn’t understand what was wrong, did he upset you? No, he couldn’t think of anything he did today that would’ve upset you. As you wipe your makeup off he realized you did get a bit more dolled up then usual.

He sighed, carefully walking over to you and taking one of your hands into his. “Please tell me what is bothering you.”