He drifted off towards the kitchen to turn down the radio while waiting for Bruce’s response. “It’s good music, isn’t it? And no problem, I’m just a little jumpy today.” He shook his head as if entirely disappointed with himself, mustering a little laugh to go along with it. “D’you want some coffee or something? I put a pot on like, an hour ago, and totally forgot about it.”

A look close to bittersweet crossed Bruce’s face, and Aaron guessed it had absolutely nothing to do with coffee or what he was saying. Instead of pursuing, however, he just waited until Bruce responded to him again. “Bruce Wayne? Out of trouble? That’s more magical than the magic we got.” He grinned right back at him, leaning against the wall.

“How—how I am?” His smile became remarkably fixed, and then he shook his head. “Not any crazier than normal. I just kinda wanna go home, you know?” Lie told, he pointed towards the table. “You don’t have to stay standing up. I have chairs, you know.”