"Yeah, Yeah, My Bad," Bruce Apologized, Lifting Rebecca Up Higher To Settle Her On His Shoulders. "I'll

"Yeah, yeah, my bad," Bruce apologized, lifting Rebecca up higher to settle her on his shoulders. "I'll put a dollar in the swear jar later, I promise."

Bruce turned to raise an eyebrow at Andie. "You're zoning out again. You alright?"

"They take after you with that temper."

"You really think so?"

"Maybe one of us can come back limping anyways," Bruce teased suggestively, grinning at Andie.

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."

"Fine, fine," Bruce allowed, stepping back from her. "I suppose we don't." Bruce followed Andie back to the young girl. "I still don't think I'm the best choice to be here."

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."

"But why, exactly, do I have to be here?"

"This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting."

"I know, I know but we have to be here, otherwise I’m gonna get in trouble with the Professor for not doing my job."

"I, uhh..." Bruce laughed breathlessly. "Yeah. I don't usually let myself... let go like that, but... Yeah."

Wow.

"That was ten different kinds of intense."