His throat goes dry at the look that Tony gives him. Not in a bad way, mind, which should be a bit worrying but Bruce supposes that they'll always come to this eventually, one way or another. No time like the present to jump in, right?

"I--" he starts again, pausing as he swallows dryly, trying to compose himself. He manages that, somewhat, and allows himself a smile as he continues. "--its alright. It's fine." It was perfectly fine, because Tony was here and Bruce was safe and he needed to remind himself that. He had to believe in Tony. "Just... moving is prorably better for us. I think. We're not that young."