"Who among us isn't?" Bruce muses out loud, slowly turning back to face her until he can come back into the room, quietly closing the door behind himself.

"I thought I'd had a grip on things, and then Halloween happened, and - it shook me up pretty badly. Not as bad as some places I've been, ultimately, but - it wasn't just the loss of control that scared the hell out of me," he confesses, frowning deeply.

"It was your blood on my hands after I found you in the middle of nowhere and hoping - praying - that I hadn't been the cause. The elephant in the room is always going to be this giant green bomb on a hair trigger, and it's - I go back and forth between wanting more than anything to touch you again and wanting to keep you at arm's length so he doesn't snap you in half."