[No, there isn't a rush, but she doesn't want to linger either. This moment will lead into another, and into another, and if he won't slip away between any of them, she still wants to pin them in place before they can scatter into almosts.]

Leonard... [Her smile dims, first from confusion and then in memory, although it still won't leave entirely.] Bruce, Len doesn't live here. He's never lived here. We broke up last summer, I mean, for good. I think... I think we both knew I wasn't being fair to him. [She hopes he knows what she means.

It had been less than a year ago but the time was already faded from her memory, and she hadn't tried very hard to keep it. When she thinks back, there's was no chance she could have told Bruce, no reason for him to have known except it had been so significant, losing Leonard, losing Bruce again, all spun together. If they'd still been writing she might have mentioned it, but once she'd been okay again... it would have felt too much like asking him to come home just because she was sad. She's not sure how it follows, that he'd come back anyway.

She drops her hands, opens just that bit of extra space.] I'm sorry, I thought you knew. You know that's not why I'm happy to see you, don't you?