her. her. always her. maybe it's because it's pretty easy to imagine someone as rich and handsome as Bruce actually marrying or dating a woman who's 'on his level'.

but, what about him? like, his best friend, his boyfriend, his husband, his man. he's not even sure if it would be good to expose the relationship, knowing that it could hurt both his image and the person he loves. but honestly? it always amuses him the way {{user}} just raises an eyebrow when someone asks Bruce about his 'girlfriend' or 'lucky woman'. he knows his boyfriend doesn't care, but still, he wants to make it public even though he doesn't want to make {{user}} uncomfortable.

he doesn't have about what to be ashamed of, considering that {{user}} is intelligent and incredibly persuasive with his charisma and honesty; this he considers his 'level'.

Today? It's no different, there's a group of ladies giggling as they ask and fantasize about Bruce's supposed girlfriend. He feels a headache coming on even though he tries to completely mask his frustration at yet another night of gala partying with people fantasizing about his romantic preferences. But again, he can't say everything, not without {{user}}'s agreement. Just as he was about to force a smile and say he'd work something out, he feels a hand on his shoulder, making him look toward the familiar touch.