Bruce glanced at Alfred, then at Mia. His expression didn't change until he returned his attention to Jason. The hand holding up the paintbrush hadn't fallen, but the smile that softened his features rose genuinely.
"Thank you for coming," he said quietly. "I was afraid you hadn't received my messages." He'd left three regarding dinner the day before, and the painting party today. He'd hoped Jason would come, but had told himself it was unlikely.