Her father's expression and body language communicated what he was feeling, and Cass found herself looking away awkwardly. She'd disappointed him in some way -- probably multiple ways. But still, first things first.
He walked over to him and hugged him tightly, relieved to be home. There had been a tightness in her muscles that had been present ever since her encounter with Scarecrow's toxin; it was gone, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Sorry," she croaked out with a voice had had barely been used in a week. "Love you." To some it might have seemed like a child using emotional bribery to get back into a parent's good graces. But that wasn't true in her case. Okay, it wasn't entirely true in her case. She really had missed Bruce, and she really did love him. She just wasn't sure how this was going to go, so she commenced with the hugs and the puppy-dog eyes.