[Bruce would never put her in danger, of course. He can even see the point of what she'd mentioned, that as a Hulk she was far less vulnerable, and although he doesn't-- can't-- consider that a fair trade off for the rest of what that means, Bruce does appreciate that he doesn't have to fret about her safety while she's here quite so much. It might not be dangerous now, or even normally, but it has its moments. For one thing, he needs to warn her about those archways.
That can wait until he sees her in person and they've settled somewhat, however. He nods, standing up, but pauses halfway through the motion to reach forward and disconnect the conversation. She looks so much like what he remembers that it seems a physical effort to tear his eyes from her. She feels like a ghost, a mist that will vanish when he goes to look for her, taken from him again, even in this form that isn't quite what he's looking for.
Bruce takes a silent breath, and he can't quite tell himself that he's being ridiculous, because it's not out of the realm of possibility that she'd disappear this fast. Or that something would happen to her. But it is unlikely, and that's as good as he'll get.]
Fifteen minutes, [he promises, grateful that Earth is so close to Fire.
Then he's finally turning it off, no more goodbye necessary, unwilling to play that game with himself about whether this will be all he gets. Bruce grabs his keys and is out the door, striding quickly. The whole way, he can't seem to get a handle on what he thinks of this, of her. Or of what he's going to do.
All he knows is that he needs to see her, and that much is indisputable. It's all he's thinking as he knocks on the door, quiet.]
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That can wait until he sees her in person and they've settled somewhat, however. He nods, standing up, but pauses halfway through the motion to reach forward and disconnect the conversation. She looks so much like what he remembers that it seems a physical effort to tear his eyes from her. She feels like a ghost, a mist that will vanish when he goes to look for her, taken from him again, even in this form that isn't quite what he's looking for.
Bruce takes a silent breath, and he can't quite tell himself that he's being ridiculous, because it's not out of the realm of possibility that she'd disappear this fast. Or that something would happen to her. But it is unlikely, and that's as good as he'll get.]
Fifteen minutes, [he promises, grateful that Earth is so close to Fire.
Then he's finally turning it off, no more goodbye necessary, unwilling to play that game with himself about whether this will be all he gets. Bruce grabs his keys and is out the door, striding quickly. The whole way, he can't seem to get a handle on what he thinks of this, of her. Or of what he's going to do.
All he knows is that he needs to see her, and that much is indisputable. It's all he's thinking as he knocks on the door, quiet.]