Who: Bruce and Maryanne Where: Around What: Tea and talking When: Monday morning Rating: High, it's Maryanne. Open: No Status: On going
Bruce was above and beyong nervous bringing ice tea to Maryanne after their chat earlier on. He wasn't one to delve too deply into other people's psyches; after all, he had his own ones to deal with, but Bruce couldn't help but think how difficult this must be for her, having known Bruce-his-predecessor well enough to at least send explicit pictures to the clinic computer. Bruce himself had taken a little more than natural interest in her but perhaps it was just his jealous Other Guy side that wasn't sure whether this was a good idea, to be bringing tea to a woman who he'd already seen naked. It wouldn't be as easy as tea and an ear to lean on. Having asked his friend Isabel for two ice teas (Bruce occasionally indulged in the treat), he walked up to find Maryanne, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Bruce missed the freedom that he'd loved the past couple of weeks on the island without The Other Guy in his head constantly but Bruce knew it would be too good to be true, finally having that monkey off his back. Still, he'd cope. He always coped. Bruce finally got up to Maryanne's apartment (thanks JARVIS for that information) and knocked curtly.