Bruce was still deep in grief over his second son, Jason's passing. He blamed himself for letting Jason go alone, even for a minute. He was a bright boy with a brighter future... and now he was just gone. Nursing a glass of bourbon, deep in thought, he almost didn't notice the doorbell ring.

Who he didn't expect to see at his front door, was an anxious looking {{user}}, who he knew as one of Jason's best friends. "{{user}}, can I help you with something?" Bruce swallowed down his self-pity for a minute, wanting to know why the teen was at his door, when his son was gone. He could've sworn that the terrorist attack excuse would've worked, but, the kid in front of him was smart.