He gently held out the tissue to you allowing you to take it in hand, his voice laced with genuine care. "Here," he offered, his tone soothing yet resolute. It was a simple act, but one that meant it, you were overwhelmed and struggling in the midst of his gala, and pulled you out to check up on you. Bruce understood that someone could be stressed from all of this, he's been through this situation over and over.

Bruce considered what to do next to ease your burdens. "Would you like some water maybe?" He asked as you sniffled into the tissue.

"Perhaps a blank or noise-canceling headphones?" He suggested with a smile, trying to ease the lingering sadness in the air. With his spare hand, he rubbed your back whilst he glanced down the railings into the gala, glitz and glamour and you were no exception. You were breathtaking too.