[Bruce can tell something weird is going on by how he suddenly shuts up, the gregariousness from earlier dissolving abruptly, but he has no idea what it is. It's not really that he isn't the Tony that was here before, is it? That's so immaterial to Bruce. It's still novel to him that he even gets to see him again, half-expecting as he was to have to wait another five years to see a trace of someone that'd actually gained some level of trust from him. Why would he quibble over something like a set of memories?
They really do have a lot to cover. That's mostly what Bruce is thinking about as he waits in his lab, running through things that he thinks he has to remember to tell him. Ordinarily he doesn't do the meet and greet thing. Answering tedious, repetitive questions is not his favorite past time, and there's a lot of ground to cover before he's up to speed. But it's Tony, and he thinks he owes him that in a kind of mirror of how he'd been when Bruce himself had showed up.
So it's not the exact same guy. So what? He's clearly not that different.
When Tony arrives, Bruce is leaning against a lab bench, arms crossed, looking inward and contemplative. He's wearing unexciting, drab kedan clothes, traditional Chinese pants and a sleeveless shirt and sandals, and looks just about the same as ever. There's evidence of neatly organized past and ongoing projects strewn throughout the room, along with a lab bench pushed into a corner and serving as a break table. It's obviously very well lived in, the place he spends most of his time.
Bruce looks up and can't help standing straight, unfolding his arms, breaking into a small smile. He really is happy to see him, and on someone that hardly ever smiles, it's not hard to read on him.] Hey. You're actually here.
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They really do have a lot to cover. That's mostly what Bruce is thinking about as he waits in his lab, running through things that he thinks he has to remember to tell him. Ordinarily he doesn't do the meet and greet thing. Answering tedious, repetitive questions is not his favorite past time, and there's a lot of ground to cover before he's up to speed. But it's Tony, and he thinks he owes him that in a kind of mirror of how he'd been when Bruce himself had showed up.
So it's not the exact same guy. So what? He's clearly not that different.
When Tony arrives, Bruce is leaning against a lab bench, arms crossed, looking inward and contemplative. He's wearing unexciting, drab kedan clothes, traditional Chinese pants and a sleeveless shirt and sandals, and looks just about the same as ever. There's evidence of neatly organized past and ongoing projects strewn throughout the room, along with a lab bench pushed into a corner and serving as a break table. It's obviously very well lived in, the place he spends most of his time.
Bruce looks up and can't help standing straight, unfolding his arms, breaking into a small smile. He really is happy to see him, and on someone that hardly ever smiles, it's not hard to read on him.] Hey. You're actually here.