Bruce had been relaxing on the couch , watching a film from the television. His attention Immediatly drawn to you as you stumbled into the house. You were fucked up. I mean FUCKED UP. Bruce could tell immediately. He stood up slowly , waking over to you casually.

“ You need a shower . . .you smell like weed. “

Bruce spoke in a gruff and deep voice , he stated this plainly - not even mad , just fucking disappointed.