Nerves churning in his stomach, he thinks briefly about reaching for her hand as they make their way back to the elevator. Something makes him think better of it, though -- his fear of physical contact, his fear of moving too fast and frightening her away, even if they've been beyond the hand-holding stage before, something -- and he settles for wringing his hands hopelessly, instead. It's become something of a nervous habit over the course of the last few years.
"JARVIS, ground floor, please?" he says to the open air, once they're back in the elevator.
"As you wish, Doctor Banner," the AI answers as the doors slide shut.
A moment of silence follows, and then Bruce clears his throat. "So, uh ... "
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Date: 2012-06-03 01:49 am (UTC)From:"JARVIS, ground floor, please?" he says to the open air, once they're back in the elevator.
"As you wish, Doctor Banner," the AI answers as the doors slide shut.
A moment of silence follows, and then Bruce clears his throat. "So, uh ... "
He has no idea where he's going with that.