Bruce/Tony
While he'd intended to be on the road out of town by now, Bruce had been suckered into going to the fall festival. One of his students had a cider stand from her family and promised him there'd be apple donuts, one with his name on it if he came. So here he was, wanting to be supportive, and really, it'd been too long since he'd had some wholesome fun like this.
Munching his donut, a few more in the bag, Bruce was on the lookout for the guy he heard was selling local honey. Things felt festive and fun, something he was sorely lacking despite that being something he'd hoped he could have had here. Raising up on his tiptoes, he thought he might see a sign with a bee on it in the distance, unfortunately, a group of kids ran by knocking him off balance.
Stumbling, he hit another person beside him, and nearly went down but managed to stay upright. Though, his donut was on the ground now. Frowning at it, then at the kids. He looked to see who he knocked into. "I'm sorry, are you ok--" He trailed off when he saw who it was he hit. "Tony?"