Walking up the stairs, bleary eyed, Bruce noticed the faintest amount of light coming from under Tim's bedroom door. Gently knocking before he entered, his eyes fell on Tim. The boy was sitting right in front of the television, controller in hand.
"I can't beat this level," Tim said, holding back a yawn.
"I'm sure you can." Sitting next to Tim, Bruce hit play and watched Tim play, offering advice and pointers until Tim was able to jump over the bad guy, destroying him.
Holding his fist up, Bruce watched as Tim bumped them together, smiling brightly.
"Good job, Tim."