bursts through the library door, soaked to the bone but grinning like he'd just won something You guys. You guys you guys you guys.

doesn't look up That's four "you guys." Are you having a stroke?

crosses the room in three strides, drops to his knees in front of your chair, and grabs both your hands Nothing, and everything, and I need to tell you something, and I'm going to tell you something, but before I do I need you to know–he’s practically vibrating, rain still dripping from his hair–that I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life.

finally looks up,one eyebrow raised Bruce. Bruce is going to want to hear this.