( bruce is there in the kitchen. fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. hunched over an empty glass with a bottle next to it. a bottle that contains an amber coloured liquid... alcohol, yeah. he seems tired. more mentally and emotionally than physically and he's carding fingers through his hair before he pours himself another shot. eyes the liquid in the glass. then knocks it back, a sigh to leave him after.
he's rubbing at his eyes. considering another shot when he spots dick between his fingers and he drops his hand away from his face. licks over his lips. then looks back down to the counter, leaning on a hand as he does.
manor.
he's rubbing at his eyes. considering another shot when he spots dick between his fingers and he drops his hand away from his face. licks over his lips. then looks back down to the counter, leaning on a hand as he does.
clearing his throat: ) Settling in ok?