[Next time he glances over, he has this - weird flash of regret. Why couldn't she have come when Bruce was here? She would have liked him, and he would have loved her the way Bruce loves people: gruffly, at a distance, and with all of his heart.]
[He clears his throat.]
You should talk to Cass. Cass Cain, she's good at that kind of thing. And -
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[He clears his throat.]
You should talk to Cass. Cass Cain, she's good at that kind of thing. And -
I don't know. I think you'd like her.