[ The Hulk grunts at the name. Even with Bruce in control, he never likes hearing people talking to the puny man through him. But then he knows, at least to a degree, that Betty's different in that aspect. That she's talking to him as much as she is the man trapped inside, and he lowers his shoulders just so, eyes fixed on her figure in the dark.
She can barely see him, but he can see her. When she reaches out, a soft touch grazing the back of a huge hand, he turns it around just so, slim fingers tracing across his palm instead.
But they're not here for sweet gestures, it's just a waste of time. Bruce allows the moment for just a few seconds, enough for Betty to feel a little surer and safer, then he sets the Hulk into action, getting him to turn around and start walking down the area, eyes and ears peeled for anything unusual, or for word from Betty telling him where to go. ]
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She can barely see him, but he can see her. When she reaches out, a soft touch grazing the back of a huge hand, he turns it around just so, slim fingers tracing across his palm instead.
But they're not here for sweet gestures, it's just a waste of time. Bruce allows the moment for just a few seconds, enough for Betty to feel a little surer and safer, then he sets the Hulk into action, getting him to turn around and start walking down the area, eyes and ears peeled for anything unusual, or for word from Betty telling him where to go. ]