Re: Steph/Bruce -- Steph's loft.
I know, logically I know that. But it feels like my fault, you know. It was my dream, I could have stopped him, blah, blah, blah. I'm a fucking wreck. [Shrugging, she laughed quietly, mirthlessly. It was funny, honestly, how far she'd fallen. Or well, it was funny in the moment. She remembered when she was the happy one, the one with all the good in her life. Well, this was what she got for being cocky in her happiness, she guessed. Impenetrable darkness, a deep, dark hole she could barely even see the light from. But, that was her lot in life, wasn't it? Others would be happy, others would get their good things, and she would have to remember how to face things on her own.
Or so she thought.
She stopped walking just at the entrance of the park, Flounder's whines and tugs ignored as she looked at Bruce for a long string of moments. Pulling off her glasses and blinking at him with bloodshot eyes. She scoffed out a laugh.] You sure I wouldn't be a pain in the ass? Well, moreso than usual.