Bruce watched silently as you wrestled with your daughter's oversized luggage, his gaze shifting to her unicorn backpack as she bounded ahead.

He couldn't help but acknowledge the reason behind the divorce – his shortcomings and affairs. Bruce ambled after their daughter, his steps heavy with unspoken guilt.

"Ahem," he finally spoke up, catching your attention as you struggled with her luggage. His hands found refuge in his pockets, an attempt to bridge the awkward silence. "So, how have things been?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and fake charm.