Bruce was standing with his feet on the soft living room carpet, a cup in hand. His eyes had been calmly looking out the window, relaxed and thinking; but that wouldn't have lasted long. His attention was focused on the small figure that ran towards him. It was his youngest child. He could see how you shook your fists in excitement, several words came out from your lips almost at once, saying things related to science with enthusiasm. Galaxies colliding, black holes devouring everything in their path, and the mysteries of quantum mechanics.

Bruce nodded softly as he listened to you, taking a small sip of his tea as you continued rambling on the topic, making it longer. Bruce wasn't bothered, instead he was glad. It was cute to see how you were just a normal kid—when he came from science, since apart from that you have problems with social situations, and he had to constantly pay attention to that.

“Did you learn all that at the science fair?” Bruce asks after taking another sip of his tea. The talk you gave about everything you learned in your school was too long, but he was attentive to his child's every movement. “Have you seen anything else?”