Bruce slipped off his glasses with a sigh and rubbed his eyes. He was so close to a breakthrough, he could feel it, but the longer he stayed awake, the less progress he was making.
After considering it for the 11th time, the doctor finally gave in and decided to sleep, hoping the rest would rejuvenate his mind and help propel him to his answer. Reluctantly he rose from his chair and decided to slink over to the futon couch he kept in his lab which functioned more as his bed that his actual bed upstairs. He dimmed the lights, having learned the hard way that walking blindly around a messy lab was not safe for his feet, even with shoes on.
Just as he was about to slip off his glasses so as not to crush them in his sleep, Bruce noticed a foreign object on his couch. Instinctively the skittish doctor took a step back and tried to calm himself, not wanting to risk his heart beat getting any faster. After a moment to breath, Bruce took notice that the object was not only a person but also wa