Bruce can see the different way he moves, little micro-expressions across his whole body, which no longer pushes the world around itself like the center. It revolves around him in another way now, purely in Bruce's imagination, and he interacts like he's

not ordinary. Never that.

"Tell me if you start to feel anxious about it," Bruce says. "And keep in mind I'll be pissed off if you don't."

Don't suck it up. Actually say something. Ok? Ok. He nods at the mat. "Lay down on your back."

Bruce is almost smiling.