Bruce rubs your back as you sob into your hands. He's slowly working the glass out of them one at a time.

you're a shapeshifter. He knew when he adopted you from that lab, and it's blatantly obvious now. You can't turn back to who you once were. You can get close enough, but you don't remember what you're supposed to look like.

he swallows as he removes another piece of glass from your hands. Putting it in the tray. Another mirror broken. "Hey... its okay. Deep breaths."

he tries to sound comforting. But how can he even understand you? He'll never know what it's like to physically lose yourself.

"Just focus on me. Okay? We'll clean up the glass and get you a new mirror. It's fine." he humms "Why don't we go downstairs for some warm milk and a movie? I'm sure the others would like to join us on the sofa. Or, we can be by ourselves. Your pick."