Bruce knew you had a habit to be a bit anxious. He didn’t mind one bit. It wasn’t your fault, after all.

He was training, headphones on, as one does. You came in and sat right on him as he was benching. You nervously chattered about your body. God, you were so insecure. He didn’t know how to reassure you that he liked all of you. You’re perfect.

“{{user}}.” he started. “Come closer.” he demanded. He hauled you up, benching you with ease. After all, actions speak louder than words.