[Bruce is pretty scarce with genuine thanks, too, and he appreciates it when he hears it, waving a hand in brief acknowledgement before turning to go himself. She doesn't owe him anything, not in his mind. The thanks aren't even necessary.
He takes the injunction not to open the box seriously. Someone else might be tempted by curiosity and eventually overcome, but not Bruce. He'd been down that path and he'd been burned so fiercely that he has no desire to risk it ever again.
He returns back to his apartment and carefully hides the entire bag where he keeps his physical notes on his condition, in the kitchen in a cupboard with a false back that he'd installed himself. Maybe no one here was specifically out to get him, but Bruce didn't see any reason to relinquish hard earned habits.
Settling in to wait, he makes some tea to calm himself, and musters all of his patience. In the meantime, he might as well do some work-- his standard time filler.]
skipping to that night? or holding off for now?
He takes the injunction not to open the box seriously. Someone else might be tempted by curiosity and eventually overcome, but not Bruce. He'd been down that path and he'd been burned so fiercely that he has no desire to risk it ever again.
He returns back to his apartment and carefully hides the entire bag where he keeps his physical notes on his condition, in the kitchen in a cupboard with a false back that he'd installed himself. Maybe no one here was specifically out to get him, but Bruce didn't see any reason to relinquish hard earned habits.
Settling in to wait, he makes some tea to calm himself, and musters all of his patience. In the meantime, he might as well do some work-- his standard time filler.]