Bruce pointedly keeps his gaze away from Tony, staring at the stains of his pants after zipping them back up and telling himself that digging his nails into anything really won't do much good at this point, as much as he wants to.
Tony made sense, of course - but at the same time, the points that Tony made was pretty much the crux of the matter for Bruce. Tony wasn't like anybody else - he was Tony, and if he had to be honest with himself he liked Tony, liked everything about him and how he wasn't afraid of him at all. But it was because of that Bruce was afraid that he could hurt him. Hurt Tony, the first person in a long, long time who he had come to care for a lot more than he really should.
"It's not me I'm worried about," he mutters, almost an echo of what he had said much earlier, before all of--this. "You shouldn't have--what if something had happened?" He wouldn't have been able to stop it, and Tony--he would have been hurt, or worse. Bruce didn't want to think about that possibiity, but it was there.
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Tony made sense, of course - but at the same time, the points that Tony made was pretty much the crux of the matter for Bruce. Tony wasn't like anybody else - he was Tony, and if he had to be honest with himself he liked Tony, liked everything about him and how he wasn't afraid of him at all. But it was because of that Bruce was afraid that he could hurt him. Hurt Tony, the first person in a long, long time who he had come to care for a lot more than he really should.
"It's not me I'm worried about," he mutters, almost an echo of what he had said much earlier, before all of--this. "You shouldn't have--what if something had happened?" He wouldn't have been able to stop it, and Tony--he would have been hurt, or worse. Bruce didn't want to think about that possibiity, but it was there.