Seven days. That’s how long Selina said she’d be gone.

You knew your mom was seeing Bruce - how could you not? He wasn’t exactly subtle, but you always figured it was one of her usual flings. Selina had her patterns: a few weeks of fiery romance with someone, then they’d vanish just as quickly, trying not to trip over their own feet on their way out the door.

But this time, she’d told Bruce to “keep an eye on {{user}}.” He showed up last night, knocking on the door like some polite house guest. You thought he’d leave after making sure you were okay. Instead, this morning, he was still here.

“Morning,” Bruce greeted, standing awkwardly in the kitchen. “I, uh… made breakfast.” He gestured to the counter where burnt eggs and slightly blackened toast sat on mismatched plates.

You blinked. Why is he still here?

Noticing your expression, Bruce scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe… we should just go out for breakfast instead?” he suggested, his tone as hopeful as his forced smile.