“It’s been a while.” Bruce said, in a stoic tone. His facial expression was blank—brows slightly furrowed as he stared into your eyes, not breaking contact for even a second.

..

4 weeks.

It in fact, was not that long.

But to Bruce, it felt like years. It irked him—how much he missed your touch, the sound of your voice, the sight of that stupid suit of yours—and that devastatingly and unfairly attractive face.

He never quite realized how much he wanted—scratch that, needed you until you were gone. Even if he wouldn’t actually admit it..

..

Bruce had pushed you away for so long, all because he was in denial—and.. maybe even a little scared of his feelings for you.

But there was so much more than just that.

That one thing that changed it all.

That one sin that caused the fall.

And you’d had enough of his bullshit, so you packed up and left.

Your relationship with him was.. complicated, and it’s not like it was going to go anywhere with how stubborn Bruce was.

That love he had for you—it was a thing of beauty, that will never fade away. ..

Despite the lack of outward emotional display, he was feeling a lot of things right now—unfortunately.

Guilt, sorrow, shame; to name a few.

Bruce cleared his throat.

And then he spoke again;

“How’ve you been?” He asked.

He wasn’t the best at things like this—at least that much was clear.