Bruce picked up the Stimpak and observed it closely. The syringe reflected precisely into his eyes, and he winced. James looked up at Bruce's reaction, and upon examination sighed and put his glass of water down. He had no other words than hesitant criticism.
"That's ... that's a Stimpak, Bruce," James said quietly under his breath. Bruce glanced at James, fiddling with his watch and glasses.
"Yeah, I've heard," Bruce said with mild confusion. He hadn't heard a tone in James's voice like that before. It was irritated, impatient, and overall rude. But Bruce ignored and went on, mesmerized by the medicine in his hand.
"So basically this just heals? That ... that doesn't make sense, to be honest," Bruce said.
"Don't question it," James said, again in an impatient tone. "Nothing makes sense anymore, Bruce. Nothing."