[Bruce is waiting for him, the windows already opened to let in what breeze there was in the summer. His apartment doesn't look all that different from the last time Jack was there-- Bruce is never someone that accumulates a lot of stuff or bothers to decorate. It's still mostly barren, with the only difference the occasional piece of mechanical equipment in an odd location, half worked on.
Standing by the counter, Bruce has tea already made, a plain cast iron pot on a small trivet. There's one plain Asian style tea cup, and one tall glass filled with ice; he's pouring as Jack comes in, and looks over.]
I made tea, [he says by way of greeting, stating the obvious to get any potential awkward out of the way.]
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Standing by the counter, Bruce has tea already made, a plain cast iron pot on a small trivet. There's one plain Asian style tea cup, and one tall glass filled with ice; he's pouring as Jack comes in, and looks over.]
I made tea, [he says by way of greeting, stating the obvious to get any potential awkward out of the way.]