[ He pulls a face at her, though mostly amused. ] Ew. That's kind of gross.
[ Bruce sits on the couch as urged for a little while, glancing at the TV briefly, then the space around him. He stands up eventually, looking at the plants she has and smiling fondly, then making his way to the kitchen where she is. His eyes land on the fridge, the drawing tacked on it with a magnet, and he steps closer to it, his answer a little absentminded. ]
Water's fine. [ He points at the drawing of her, the one he'd sent her last Christmas. ] You kept it.
[ Not that it's much of a surprise, but. It's still nice to see it there. ]
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[ Bruce sits on the couch as urged for a little while, glancing at the TV briefly, then the space around him. He stands up eventually, looking at the plants she has and smiling fondly, then making his way to the kitchen where she is. His eyes land on the fridge, the drawing tacked on it with a magnet, and he steps closer to it, his answer a little absentminded. ]
Water's fine. [ He points at the drawing of her, the one he'd sent her last Christmas. ] You kept it.
[ Not that it's much of a surprise, but. It's still nice to see it there. ]