[ What she says only makes Bruce feel bad, just in a completely different way. Here he is, taking up space, making a mess of the whole lab, doing absolutely nothing other than moping around in misery and a disgusting pile of food delivery boxes that are at least days old, if not more in some cases-- and he stinks.
That's one kind of a reality check. The light nearly blinds him when JARVIS does as Pepper says, and he groans a little, for a brief moment curling in on himself even more. But he can't keep lying down like that, not after Pepper's told him all that. It's sad and honestly, while he can handle the depressive state he's in, along with all the negative feelings that come with it, the least he can do is not be a nuisance to everyone else.
He sits up slowly, pushing the blanket down as he sits on the couch, shoulders slumped and his head tipped down. He's pale, his eyes are sunk and his cheeks are a little hollower, not a consequence of not eating so much as pure tiredness and lack of taking care of himself. There's a beard too, looking strange and unkept, just as scruffy and messy as his hair. Just as dirty too, probably.
He rubs his eyes, then his jaw, glancing down at himself and easily seeing just how much of a mess he must look to her right now. His eyes travel up to her face for little more than a fraction of a second, then he clears his throat again. ]
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That's one kind of a reality check. The light nearly blinds him when JARVIS does as Pepper says, and he groans a little, for a brief moment curling in on himself even more. But he can't keep lying down like that, not after Pepper's told him all that. It's sad and honestly, while he can handle the depressive state he's in, along with all the negative feelings that come with it, the least he can do is not be a nuisance to everyone else.
He sits up slowly, pushing the blanket down as he sits on the couch, shoulders slumped and his head tipped down. He's pale, his eyes are sunk and his cheeks are a little hollower, not a consequence of not eating so much as pure tiredness and lack of taking care of himself. There's a beard too, looking strange and unkept, just as scruffy and messy as his hair. Just as dirty too, probably.
He rubs his eyes, then his jaw, glancing down at himself and easily seeing just how much of a mess he must look to her right now. His eyes travel up to her face for little more than a fraction of a second, then he clears his throat again. ]
I'm sorry.