He doesn't mind her reading them, honestly. They were meant for her, after all. But he doesn't want her to feel like she has to for some reason, so he figures they're best kept out of sight.

Once all the papers are gathered, he slides them into a drawer, grinning lopsidedly as he holds a hand out to take the ones she's picked up.

"Great, I'm officially a celebrity stalker now. Maybe I'll have the cops knocking on my door soon?"

What door Bruce, you don't have a place to live in New York anymore, remember.