Things used to be simpler which is an odd thing to consider since everything in Bruce's life hasn't ever been simple since the day his parents died. But the thought is the same once it enters his head: that things used to be simpler back when you were by his side.

Everyone tells him that this is for the best, that separating is for the best even if it feels like hot hell fire during the recovery period and by god, do the coals leave metaphorical welts on his back whenever he has the time alone. It's for the best even if he doesn't want it to be.

When he sees you again, the sight alone nearly takes the breath from his lungs. You've always been beautiful, but with the newfound length of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes. So much has changed while staying the same.

True, now that you both don't talk anymore he doesn't have to pretend to have the same likes or go to the same places; however, there was a certain life you gave him and he misses it. It's why he goes to the places you would be, albeit subconsciously. So, he's nearly tethered to the bar of this club watching other men dance with you until the music ends briefly giving time for drinks and deep breaths.

"You seem to be in good spirits," Bruce sighs softly, voice tinged with a modicum of warmth as you stop beside him at the bar counter. "I hope you've been well."