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When; Saturday, 10/27
Rating; Unknown, but Circus-related body horror in many threads
Characters; Bruce Banner, Luke, Serrure, Sif, Asami Sato, open to anyone in City Solutions or with a good reason to be there
Summary; Bruce has ended up treating several of the Circus' victims and now they're cluttering up his lab and apartment. Open post for people to visit Luke, Serrure, and Asami or pester Bruce (and possibly Sif)
Log;

Bruce's lab and apartment hadn't been intended as a makeshift hospital ward, but there they were. He'd set Asami up in his bedroom and Luke and Serrure were still kept in separate rooms to keep their magnetism from dragging their wounded bodies back together.

He's immediately available by network, but at the moment he's in his kitchen brewing up some chamomile tea. More accurately the water's heating and he has his forehead pressed against the stainless steel door of his fridge.

[ooc: Just set up threads for the various temporary residents for easy visitation.]

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[She gives him an amused look.] Of course. Not always well, but I do - some sleep would be the expression I would use as well.

[A pause. She feels a bit...out of place, among so many gadgets and things she does not understand, especially when there is no great danger or trouble to fix.] I was told at the coffee shop that everyone liked that order...it was a complicated one, something involving no foam. I thought it could be a sign of gratitude, but I forgot to think about whether or not you consumed coffee to begin with...

I appreciate it, Sif, really. [He's still going to make his chamomile tea though.]

But, coffee doesn't really agree with me. It sounds like you could use both cups. If your metabolism is anything like Luke or Serrure's it probably won't affect you very strongly - if at all.

What agrees with you? [Because she wants to know. And if she's lucky, maybe it won't be something that recquires her to cook, because that would not work well.]

Is there anywhere I could sit where I would not be a danger to your...things?

I'm making tea now. [He pours the hot water into a waiting cup with a tea strainer's handle sticking out of it.]

Just grab a seat a the bar. [He motions to the bar stools at the breakfast bar that separates his kitchen from the open floor plan living and dining room.] Don't worry about being a danger to my things.

[She takes a seat at the bar, then. With her coffee.] I already feel I am part of the cause for your exhaustion, I do not wish to add onto it.

You aren't. [He waves a hand in the vague direction of the Circus.] They are. I should be thanking you for giving me something to do that lets me feel like I'm being any use at all.

[She looks at him in silence at that remark. Moments pass, and finally she lets one wall down, and quietly:] Then it is mutual.

[She lowers her gaze, stares at the design on her coffee cup. It looks nothing like a cup.] I had gotten restless. It should not have sparked my ire so quickly.

If you can't get angry over friends being kidnapped and mutilated, what can you get angry about? [It sounds flippant, but for a man to whom anger is a matter of constant concern, it's a serious question.]

Indeed. [She takes a sip of her coffee, and leans forward against the counter.] Though you know best of controlled anger, do you not?

[He brings his cup over to the bar so that they're facing each other and leans his elbows on the counter top.]

The word is really acceptance.

Acceptance? Of what?

I don't get angry, Sif. I only get angrier.

[Oh. A beat.] So you are angry now?

[He looks down, ostensibly to stir his tea, speaking down into his cup.] Oh yes.

At the City. And the Circus. [And yet he's Bruce, not the other one. Very interesting, indeed.]

Yeah, they're good targets for now.

[Her eyebrows shoot up; it's brief, but the surprise is there nevertheless.] Who else, if I may ask?

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That's a pretty personal question. [Incredibly personal, but he tries for a smile to take the sting out of his reply.]

Apologies. I will not press it. [And she doesn't; rather she retreats politely, by taking a sip of her drink and not looking at him too openly.]

Don't feel bad. I wouldn't even tell my therapist if I had one. [He taps his tea strainer and sets it in the sink.]

Have you had breakfast?

I am not sure what a therapist does, but...it is your life, so it is your choice how much you share of it.

[And that is that.] No. Not really.

Fair enough.

[He's turning away to open the fridge, pulling out a variety of ingredients for omelets and setting them on the counter.]

Then obviously it's time to demonstrate that I can make more than just sandwiches. We'll both need fuel for the day.

[She looks up again, and smiles as she watches him take out food and pans and pots.]

You will make a fine wife, Bruce Banner.

If only I did windows.

[A deflecting joke, because really, that didn't graze one of the many reasons he's always angry or anything.]

Do you like anything in particular in your omelets? Have you had an omelet?

[If that's a joke, it flies over the radar and passes by undetected. She tilts her head to the side.]

I am not sure. Whatever takes the shortest amount of time, I do not wish to be a bother...