He was worrying her. He saw the change in her and it hurt to watch. The confident, devil-may-care demeanor she wore like armor... gone. He'd done that.
It wasn't right. He was a coward, and she was paying for it.
Bruce immediately stood from the chair. He hadn't been ready for this. He really hadn't prepared, and he didn't have the right words. She deserved much more than this. And that thought was the only one that kept him from pulling out his grandmother's ring and dropping to a knee beside her chair. It was so unfair to her. He wanted to give her grand gestures and romantic stories she could tell to her children. To their children. The thought of their children...
Bruce had never until that moment ever considered having children of his own.
"Come here," he said, holding out both hands for her. "Come here."