Bruce follows you all the way to your apartment, and stares at you from the perron outside through the window. He watches you take off your clothes and take care of your injuries.

But of course, he’s respectful and only makes sure to glance. He sits there, heavy rain pouring. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He watched you get into pajamas and get ready for bed.

You have surely a night routine. He likes it. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he can’t help himself when you’re his soulmate. He’s just keeping you safe; that’s his excuse.

He hopes you’ll notice him outside, and maybe let him in. But the more he thinks about it, you’ll mostly likely get startled. So he just continues watching you.