Bruce didn't look like a wreck, but he was one. Those schooled in the many faces of Mr. Wayne would see as much, and Bruce knew that he wasn't fooling Alfred. The older man had been catching him in lies for decades, so he didn't even bother to correct the slump of his shoulders.
"Alfred," Bruce greeted, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He wasn't 'Master Wayne' any more than he was fit to take over his father's role, but that didn't mean he could control what was happening to him.