Fine, I don't think my Bruce would have handled it well.

[She catches it, as soon as she hears herself say it, but it's too late to do anything but let it go.

Lips pressed together, she looks at her glass.]

It's one reason I've only had a couple of text conversations with him. If you can call them that. [They were conversations as far as one could be said to converse with Bruce.] I don't want to chase him off. But, I'm also not sure how I'd react seeing him.