[ For a second, Bruce's eyebrows knit in concern because he's not sure what he's said wrong but can tell that something... Another person might press back but he's too much in the habit of asking no questions and telling no lies, the easiest way to avoid notice. And if he did know, then he'd be sure to show Skye the label attached to his emotional baggage: APPLICABLE ONLY R.B. BANNER, PhD. Everyone else seems to be making an all right go of things as far as he can see; as opposed to his universal screw-up self.

Closing his eyes to avoid rolling them at the impromptu game of charades, he takes a sip to wash down his pancakes. (Radioactive OJ. Maybe he'll be orange next time he changes. Pfft.) ]

I kind of figured that out already. [ He kills a couple moments chewing as he tries to decide what it can hurt to say how. How from the second he woke up here, the white noise growling in the back of his head has halved for the first time in... In a very long time. ] He's quieter? I guess that's a way to put it. Never really figured out the right terminology for...

[ Gesturing at his head, he shrugs. There's still a healthy dose of skepticism for whatever is responsible continuing to hold Hulk in check if he really needs him to come out. Hulk's strongest there is, etc. ]