Bruce's hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking. How could it be real, he wasn't supposed to get everything back when half the galaxy back home was dead and dust, gone on the wind in an instant. It didn't seem fair but he was a selfish man and wrapped Darcy and Jacob up in his arms, not giving a damn about what he'd just seen. He couldn't go back to to earth, not now he had everything he'd dreamed of for nearly two years.
"I can't..." he said into her hair, taking the moment to smell his wife, to make himself forget the pain. "You have no idea, Darce, back home... I can't face that." He rambled, one hand reaching up to touch Jacob's soft, dark hair. "Please don't let this be a dream."