He wants to believe, and he also doesn't want to believe. Bruce wants nothing more than to trust in Tony and let him prove those words right, but at the same time thinking about all of this - the mere possibility of this - makes a part of Bruce want to pack up and go far, far away. He's never been good with stability, with a sense of permanence. He thinks about it and runs away, because he doesn't know how to handle it at all.
Bruce listens to Tony's words and understands some of the intent behind them, knows a bit of what he's trying to do. Knows that Tony is trying to help put him back together but Bruce knows he's far too broken to be ever put back properly. But he still wants Tony to hold him. Needs it, really, just as Tony had said he needed to do this.
He slowly reaches out, almost hesistant, gently placing a palm on Tony's chest, over where the arc reactor lies under his shirt. Bruce glances down to his hand, uncertain if he's doing the right thing or not but has anything about this gone right at all? Maybe its time he took a wrong turn.
Two wrongs equates out to a right, as they say.
"...I want you to," he mutters quietly, an admission to himself as much as it is to Tony. He curls his fingers over Tony's chest, bunching the cloth in his hand. "But I don't want to hurt you. I don't think..." I don't think I could bear seeing you get hurt. Or worse.
Bruce looks back up, trying to catch Tony's gaze, hoping that his expression would be enough to say all the unspoken things he doesn't dare to say right now between them.
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Bruce listens to Tony's words and understands some of the intent behind them, knows a bit of what he's trying to do. Knows that Tony is trying to help put him back together but Bruce knows he's far too broken to be ever put back properly. But he still wants Tony to hold him. Needs it, really, just as Tony had said he needed to do this.
He slowly reaches out, almost hesistant, gently placing a palm on Tony's chest, over where the arc reactor lies under his shirt. Bruce glances down to his hand, uncertain if he's doing the right thing or not but has anything about this gone right at all? Maybe its time he took a wrong turn.
Two wrongs equates out to a right, as they say.
"...I want you to," he mutters quietly, an admission to himself as much as it is to Tony. He curls his fingers over Tony's chest, bunching the cloth in his hand. "But I don't want to hurt you. I don't think..." I don't think I could bear seeing you get hurt. Or worse.
Bruce looks back up, trying to catch Tony's gaze, hoping that his expression would be enough to say all the unspoken things he doesn't dare to say right now between them.