[Bruce doesn't take the distrust personally. He wouldn't even if he didn't know what he knows, but he does, so he especially doesn't mind it. If anything, he approves of it. She's not in any danger from him (he even questions whether the Hulk would attack her-- he seems to have stopped short of hurting kids before) but maintaining the attitude is wise for her.
Shutting the door, Bruce pads over in bare feet toward the kitchen. It's such a small apartment that it's just across the living room.] I made stir fry. Nothing fancy. You can have some, or... not. [There's a supreme lack of unconcern over her choice as he ducks into the kitchen proper, taking the pan off the warmer on the stove and moving it to a trivet on the counter.
Two simple bowls are set out, and two sets of chopsticks, and two cloth napkins, but they're laid out in stacks and the places aren't set.]
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Shutting the door, Bruce pads over in bare feet toward the kitchen. It's such a small apartment that it's just across the living room.] I made stir fry. Nothing fancy. You can have some, or... not. [There's a supreme lack of unconcern over her choice as he ducks into the kitchen proper, taking the pan off the warmer on the stove and moving it to a trivet on the counter.
Two simple bowls are set out, and two sets of chopsticks, and two cloth napkins, but they're laid out in stacks and the places aren't set.]