[ Bruce doesn't need much evidence as to what lays ready to be uncovered, not with his imagination racing leagues ahead of any common sense he can lay claim to. His eyes keep beginning to drift south to those garters before snapping back front and center. Damn it, he's a grown ass man — not some hormone-addled schoolboy, he's got control of himself. He's got to get control again. ]

Wh- Terrible? [ The echo is confused at first because of course he was ready to apologize for that night, for the huge lapse in judgment that could've very readily put her in serious danger. But for leaving? He can't put it together why that would've been the issue until Evelyn points him in the right direction. ] No, no, you were. I... That just. [ A deep breath. ] It was good. ...Good enough that it was even more of a surprise everything didn't go sideways.

[ His hands don't know what to do with themselves so he tucks them behind his back, leaning on them against the wall. He can't well sit on them to ensure they stay to himself this time, and never mind the express and repeated invitations Evelyn thinks she wants to give him. ]

I am sorry, okay, for— I thought it was best that I just. Not be there wh- It wasn't because of you, though, I swear. That's the truth.