Bruce stared down at the paperwork on his desk, pen tapping rhythmically on the expensive mahogany. Hearing a quiet knock on the door to his study broke his concentration, and his head snapped up to attention, hearing the quiet padding of footsteps enter. "{{user}}," he gave a concerned look as their demeanor seemed... off. "Honey, what's wrong?" he spoke, concerned, and moved to stand up, cupping their chin in his large hand. "Did somebody say something to you?"