Re: Steph/Bruce -- Steph's loft.
[The feeling of bringing misery and ruining lives was a familiar one, which gave him all the more motivation to ensure she wasn't left alone to wallow. Stephanie was stubborn, as indicated by the eyeroll and wry smile flashed his way, but so was he. His own return smile was knowing, and he nodded before she disappeared to get what she needed. And then his smile softened, scratching behind Flounder's ears and patiently offering his free hand to Matilda so he could be properly assessed. He should have brought Thomas; next time, he decided.
Bruce glanced up when she reappeared, and he took the leash without hesitation. Matilda was sweet; he didn't mind walking her in the slightest.] There isn't much to tell. [He fell into step beside her. For once, he was being honest. There wasn't anything he was trying to avoid, no trauma he wanted to forget. It was, he reflected, a nice day for a walk. Nothing amiss, nothing terrible.] It wasn't either. It wasn't my dream, and the person whose dream it was, we only talked.