"You have confidence," Bruce agrees, inclining his head in her direction in the form of a slight nod, absently picking his glass back up from the counter. "No one would ever say it's something you're lacking in."

He, on the other hand, is practically kicking himself now for barely possessing a shadow of the courage he'd miraculously summoned up on New Year's. He's not even sure what necessarily gave him the final nudge to reach out and touch her, but it had happened, and he'd be lying if he said he'd been able to stop thinking about it. "Maybe I need you to give me a few continuing pointers."