The past few days were rough. Bruce was used to functioning on little to no sleep, but it was somehow different when your sleeping hours were inundated with memories of a life that was somehow simultaneously yours and not yours at the same time. It was frustrating to be aware of what was going on in that other universe, the one that he actually belonged in, and not be able to do anything about it.
Without a project to focus on, he'd been cooking up a storm and his fridge and freezer were stuffed full. Honestly, he should take some of this to a local soup kitchen or something and donate it to people who could use it. Maybe he'd look into that tomorrow. For now, he was waiting for Christine to stop by after her emergency surgery so he could feed her and relieve her of the on call phone.
He hurried to the door when she knocked and managed a smile when he opened it. "Hey, I'm guessing surgery did not go as well as it could have," he said, ushering her inside and directing her to the overstuffed sofa.