Bruce has changed, too, wearing a pair of slightly over-sized black-grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt now, where he was in a button-down and a pair of khakis before. He's sitting in a chair, the only furniture so far in what will probably be his living room, when Stark gets around to finishing the remodel, the book Betty brought back to him settled in his lap. He hasn't bothered to retrieve his glasses or liberated one of the pairs she'd packed along with the book, so he's resorted to squinting down at it, but he looks up when she comes in. He manages a small smile that borders on embarrassed.

"I'd tell you to set that down on the table ... " But there's not one. Not yet.