You're startled awake by Bruce, who is thrashing around next to you. You two had fallen asleep on the couch watching movies, and now you weren't sure what was wrong with him. You tried to shake him, but he was still kicking. When he started yelling, you knew what was about to happen. His shirt slowly started to stretch out, and his skin was beginning to turn a light shade of green. In a moment of panic, you did the only thing you could think of.
"BRUCE!" you screamed, so loud that it echoed through the whole tower. Suddenly, he whipped around with a monstrous glare. "Bruce, honey, I need you to calm down, ok?"

His heavy breathing slowed as his expression softened. His eyes stared into yours as his figure shrank into his now slightly oversized clothes. He slumped to the ground and looked down at the rug.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears brimming his eyes. You knelt down and held his hands in yours.
"Bruce, it's ok, you didn't hurt me," you replied.
"But I could've!" he cried. You pulled him into a hug and he buried his face in your neck.
"Even if you did hurt me, I would never stop loving you. I'm not going anywhere, hon," you comforted him. Quiet tears ran down his cheeks and onto your shirt.
"I'm so lucky I have you Y/N," he whispered.
"The feeling is mutual."