[Hayley finds the short-lived silence both comforting and disconcerting at once. She appreciates not having to ask or answer questions for once, but she also isn't comfortable enough with Bruce just to exist in the same place with him without speaking, to trust that each of them is content. When he speaks, she immediately becomes some level of reserved and defensive, but she also feels the smallest sense of relief.]

Maybe both. [She offers with an exaggerated grin, before taking another mouthful of food as a distraction. After the chewing and a sip of water, she shrugs noncommittally, feigning a nonchalance that she clearly doesn't feel.

Hayley shuffles her food idly around her plate, staring down at it, thinking of what words to use. After a beat, she looks up with the same facade of apathy.] With the whole dream thing and then the Big Bad Wolf stalking the network.. I guess I just didn't want to be alone, you know?