It's strange, definitely, considering how their initial meeting here went, but Bruce isn't about to complain. For the first time in months he feels more like himself again, and not just that-- he feels like there is a purpose to his life, when before he was just roaming aimlessly. More importantly, he feels genuinely happy. That's not something he'd imagined would happen again, not so easily at least.

He puts on his boxers, then shrugs on his t-shirt, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge of the mattress next to her.

"And as long as I look great, it doesn't matter that I burn myself with sprinkles of hot grease?"