[He does have a few extra, and has the couch set up with them neatly folded on the arm, a pillow propped next to it. It's visible through the doorway when Bruce opens it, his apartment a small, spartan, bare place that matches poverty of its surroundings. He hasn't acquired many possessions, and what little there is seem to be odd curiosities, tea pots or tech that he's tinkering with.
He has a white tank top, an open short sleeve shirt, and kedan style pants on, his normal sitting around at home clothes, and can't help a brief look of curiosity over her as he wonders what this all is about.
But he knows better than to leap right into that. Bruce merely takes a step back and gestures her in.] You can have the couch. Did you eat?
[It's not a dad question (God forbid); it's a polite inquiry, given the smells drifting from the kitchen. Bruce tends to eat late, after getting caught up in work.]
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He has a white tank top, an open short sleeve shirt, and kedan style pants on, his normal sitting around at home clothes, and can't help a brief look of curiosity over her as he wonders what this all is about.
But he knows better than to leap right into that. Bruce merely takes a step back and gestures her in.] You can have the couch. Did you eat?
[It's not a dad question (God forbid); it's a polite inquiry, given the smells drifting from the kitchen. Bruce tends to eat late, after getting caught up in work.]