He felt the phone fall into his lap and opened his eyes, looking down at it. He wanted to call, to mend and to heal, but he couldn't. His heart told him it wasn't time, that if he folded now there would only be hurt again in the future. He wasn't sure either of them were ready to start trying to stitch things back together.
So with the shake of his head Bruce set the phone aside and sighed. He put the necklace into one of his pockets for safe keeping and then finally managed to stand.
Slowly the broken man hobbled his way back to the only refuge he had, the dusty brown couch and sank back against it. It was the only comfort he could find.