There's not much room that Bruce can lean back, but for what it's worth he still tries anyway, attempting to put more space between himself and Tony as the other man leans in. And god, it's hard to even try and keep said distance now when he's in so close again. A part of Bruce wants to erase that last inch between them and end this tiring conversation.

But control is something Bruce desperately needs right now, and he exerts it the best way he can - he curls his fists up against the couch, jaw tightening as he looks at Tony and reminds himself that he's risking far too much for his own selfishness.

Even then, he can't help but ask the one question that's been sitting in his mind for a while already. "Why?"

Why would Tony risk everything for this? Why would he do it for him? Why even bother trying at all when Bruce knew he wasn't worth it? Why him, of all people? He needed to know.