Keep your hands to yourself, Bruce told himself as he walked to his office. Why was it so hard to remember that?
Damn.
He sighed as he walked into the office, because it was easy said than done. Him and Larissa have history, and he was worried about Larissa. He couldn’t help himself. And now that she was under his roof again…it was really hard for him not to reach out to her. When she was away, living by her herself, he somehow convinced himself that she was alright. But he couldn’t lie to himself anymore.
Bruce opened the door just as his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out, and saw that it was Harry. He pressed the answer button. And walked inside his office, and came to a stop next to his desk.
“Hey,” Bruce said. “Did you talk to him?”
“Yes, I spoke to him last night,”
