But then, The Traveler went into deep thought and laughed.
A full, unrestrained laugh burst out of him, echoing through the quieter corner of the café and drawing more than a few curious glances from nearby tables. He leaned back in his chair, shoulders shaking, one hand coming up to wipe the corner of his eye as though the amusement were genuinely overwhelming.
"Hahaha!" he said again, breathless. "You really are something else."
Then, just like that, the laughter stopped.
It wasn't gradual. It didn't fade. It just ended abruptly. The air shifted with it. Bruce didn't know why he was laughing but he didn't bother asking.
