Quiet was a dream. Quiet was the Heaven Bruce searched for constantly. Here it was a blessing, here it was all he could have dreamed that it would be. And it was almost too quiet in a way, nothing was ever peaceful for long and he knew that better than anyone.
He nodded at her description of her activities. Silently he hoped that with the tabs he had given her, her quality of life would improve again. She could get out and do regular things without the worry of infecting anyone. At least, for a while. But it was better than it had been before.
At the last part, Bruce felt his mouth go dry. Nodding, he struggled to find the words to say, gaze falling shamefully back to the tabletop, "Yeah, I understand, but you should meet more people. You should make an effort to connect with others and make friends. It would give you something to do other than watch television." Okay, maybe that was hypocritical. Maybe he wasn't a good person when it came down to the bare bones of the situation. He just didn't want anyone getting hurt and having people close meant....
....and he had run. He was always running.
The waitress brought their drinks, and their food, setting a glass of Cola and a plate with a burger and fries in front of each of them. The food smelled good but suddenly Bruce felt as though his appetite had vanished. He picked up a French fry anyway, and at it as if he hadn't had that sinking feeling in his stomach.