"Sleep? Who needed sleep? Sleep was for non-majors." Bruce often saw his youth as isolated and awkward, and it was, but there are some good memories of labs and late nights. Way too much coffee and feeling like their minds were about to explode. Everyone was smart and hard working and academia was the best place for him. He probably should have never left it for actual research, but that was Bruce. Always too curious to say no.

Schoolwork did come naturally to him. It wasn't a struggle most of the time, outside of oral reports. He'd often finish his exams early and wait until other people were done before turning it in. It was the part of him that went to school too young and was self conscious about it. By that time though, he was in a good place. And he had Betty. Nothing could be bad when Betty was there.

He looks over at her with a smile and finally manages to sit up, rubbing at his back. "I don't miss the T on snowy days when everything was sludge. At least when this all becomes sludge we won't be stuck in close quarters on a moving machine."