Bruce couldn't help but apply the words to both Carries. He'd left his wife, too. It had been by vortex, not by choice, but that didn't stop the guilt. He broke her trust. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it was all being shoved to the surface like it was yesterday.
He was grateful that Alfred had forced him to lie down. He would rather not find out if he was so old that news like this made him dizzy. "Thank you," he said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. It was a very unobtrusive ceiling, and not one likely to provoke an emotional reaction.