"Patience mixed with a bit of stubbornness is the easiest explanation for it." Bruce spread his hands and shrugged. "Can I one day flawlessly shift between myself and him? I hope so. Can I always trust that he'll know friend from foe? Probably not. Truthfully, all he seems to want to do is protect me. He just goes about it a bad way."
He clasped his hands back together, clenching them tightly. He really wasn't sure how comfortable he was with some agents knowing things about his past. Hell, he wasn't even sure what exactly they had on him. They could have given the others everything, or the bare basics. "It's a little unnerving to have a file on me," he finally admitted.