Bruce's Smile Fell Away For A Moment Before He Forced It Back On. He Craned His Neck To Look Up At Rebecca.

Bruce's smile fell away for a moment before he forced it back on. He craned his neck to look up at Rebecca.

"You're a very big girl," he said, squeezing her ankles. "Almost an adult, my goodness."

"They take after you with that temper."

"You really think so?"

"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."

Send me "I miss you" to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse's death.

"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."

"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?"

"Well, we received a notice on your daughter, Clara, and her... special skills," Bruce explained. "We think she would be a perfect fit at our institute." Bruce struggled not to react instinctively to this woman, who immediately rubbed him the wrong way. He peeked past her into her house.

"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."