Getting off of the couch he had been sleeping on since she left was a chore. It was such an easy task and yet his body didn't want to cooperate. He couldn't remember if he had shaved that morning, and all signs pointed to the negative part of the answer. Nor had he gotten up for a bath or change of clothes. He hadnt eaten or even had the energy to work.
Effie had taken every last part of him when she burst out of the room and so when the courier wheeled in the cart Bruce figured it was a hallucination. At least until the cart lingered in the lab after the man had gone.
Curiously the scientist rose and approached the ornate cart, finding the letter addressed to him. He plucked it from the vase and opened it to reveal the familiar lettering. His heart broke all over again because of the signature. No Nashton, just Banner. That was a first. And obviously though it had been written before the breakup Bruce still appreciated the thought.
He sighed, pushing out of the white, slept-in lab coat and threw it over the back of a rolling chair. He then picked up one of the silver dome platter covers and lifted, the aroma of the meal hitting him before he could even see it.
All he wanted to do then was throw himself off of the roof. Could this day get any worse?