The first thought Bruce had was, 'Augh, my hair is always getting in-' His second thought he spoke aloud. "Holy crap, I have hair again! It's green and black and shiny and-" "Downright fabulous?" Came a chuckling voice he knew very well. He spun around to face the insufferable bastard he loved with all his heart. His eyes were completely black (Bruce would ask about this later,) and he was beaming a smile he knew Bruce despised and adored in equal measure and a tidal wave of emotion that he had to learn to forget came rushing back to him and he was happy. For the first time in 3 years, he allowed himself to feel everything he wanted to feel. He collapsed into Quincy's soft white shirt and cried, smiling, burying his face in the fabric. "I missed you," he barely managed to whisper. Quincy grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him. "I'm just glad I could keep my promise," he said, smiling. He leaned forward, kissing Bruce for all he was worth, and whispered, "Happy anniversary, love."