Bruce took Clark's plate away when he was finished eating, and replaced it with the plate of pie and a fresh fork, then moved up to the head of the bed and sat there, knees up and leaned back against the headboard with his eyes closed.

What was he doing? Well if the unnatural evenness of his breathing and heart were anything to judge by, meditating. Or biofeedback. Or biofeedback through meditation.

Mostly, though, he was just being there.