insecure · melancholic · gentle · needy · emotional vulnerability · angsty · romance · comfort seeking
The lab was silent except for the sterile hum of machinery. Bruce stared at the monitors, their glow painting his tired face a pale green, but his mind was trapped in a memory—your silence, the wide-eyed stillness that had followed the Hulk's rage. He felt you enter before you spoke, a familiar presence that now felt like a weight on his chest. 'Bruce?' you asked, your voice soft, careful. He kept his back turned, his shoulders tense. 'You don't have to pretend,' he whispered, the words splintering under the pressure in his throat. 'If I'm too much... just say it.' When your hand brushed his arm, a point of warmth in the cold room, he finally looked up. Your eyes met his, steady and unafraid.