[Addressing topics head on has never been Bruce's style. He assumes that if Jack wants to, he'll bring it up himself; but it's never really helped him, so he's not about to impose that misguided attempt on Jack unless he seems to want it.
And this offer he does understand. It stymies him for a second with understanding, in fact-- he knows how encompassing that offer is. He feels immediately like it's not fair to let Jack say that without telling him about the Hulk, without explaining, but the words still don't want to come. Bruce hates talking about himself and he still feels like it isn't the time.
Instead he has to look out toward the window Jack had come in, at the burgeoning twilight and the water in the canals out his apartment building, to find his response.] Yeah. [In a moment of bare honesty, he adds, somewhat lighter,] It's a little weird for me. I've been alone for. A long time.
[It's one of those flashes of insight that occur all at once, when pieces slot together in your knowledge about someone. There's a slightly questioning tone, but he's relatively confident when he says,] But I think you know about that.
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And this offer he does understand. It stymies him for a second with understanding, in fact-- he knows how encompassing that offer is. He feels immediately like it's not fair to let Jack say that without telling him about the Hulk, without explaining, but the words still don't want to come. Bruce hates talking about himself and he still feels like it isn't the time.
Instead he has to look out toward the window Jack had come in, at the burgeoning twilight and the water in the canals out his apartment building, to find his response.] Yeah. [In a moment of bare honesty, he adds, somewhat lighter,] It's a little weird for me. I've been alone for. A long time.
[It's one of those flashes of insight that occur all at once, when pieces slot together in your knowledge about someone. There's a slightly questioning tone, but he's relatively confident when he says,] But I think you know about that.