Bruce gave a small smile, his eyes opening slowly to look at the two men. He reached out and, before Alfred could pick up Bruce's teacup, he grabbed the other man's hand and squeezed. It had been a while since he'd seen Alfred like this.
Mingled with the happiness of seeing his friend, there was something darker. He knew he wasn't in his world. He wasn't sure what all of it meant yet, but he intended to find out once the ringing in his ears died down.
"Thank you," he said, his voice hoarse. He sat up, not without some effort, and took his tea.