[ Bruce looks like he isn't paying attention - lazy posture, gaze set anywhere but on Oswald. But it's a lie. He notes that straighter spine, that owlish sharpness in his eye. The faint blush coloring his cheeks. It's subtle, but Bruce notices it all. He can't say for certain, but he thought he might be having an effect on Oswald. Which, of course, is by design. Brucie is always meant to be charming. Or disarming. Whatever the occasion calls for. ]

Maybe not for anything tangible. But in my experience, it's perfect for motivation.

[ He orders a drink when the bartender turns his way and then he looks at Oswsald again, to catch that smile thin smile. The tight way his fingers fits around the glass in his hand. Bruce thinks it's partly the nerves of situation. Not knowing if there's someone out there trying to kill you, is a nerve wracking thing. But Bruce has to wonder if that's all there is to it. ]

I thought the least I could do was come to apologize in person. I hadn't meant to disappear like that. I admit I was a little embarrassed.