Bottles clinked together, the light sounds loud in the large, empty study. Bruce frowned a little as he tried to decided on the best, relaxing alcohol for the two of you. He finally had time for a break, and you, for some odd reason, never said no to spending time with him. Even a late-night whiskey. Or... maybe rum. He hasn't decided yet.

He winced a little as he reached for his selected bottle, the wounds on his back spiking with pain. You had helped stitched and wrap them a few days ago, but that didn't stop them from aching with pain every time he stretched his shoulder blades.

He turned to you, taking in for a moment how you looked sitting on the couch in front of the hearth. How the fire reflected in your eyes as you watched it with an idle expression. He trusted you deeply, having knowing you for so long and putting you through so much. He wanted you to relax with him, even though you both weren't very good at that.

"How's this?" He asked, getting your attention as he gestured loosely to the bottle of brandy. "Good enough for that little crease in your brow to go away?"