The things he wanted to say bubbled up inside, and he had no idea where to start, so he started instead with Alec. Bruce stayed where he was, the press of Tony's head on his shoulder comforting. They needed this. "It's Bruce, and yes, uh, thank you, maybe next time?" He hadn't intended on explaining his comfort level with big green monsters, but he didn't mind talking about it when it was out there. And apparently Tony had been talking about him. That could be good or bad, he was really hoping for the good, he could use the good. The reminder that the Hulk existed but was now gone brought back those same mixed emotions.

He didn't want to stop, clinging to Tony seemed the only reasonable option. "I thought you were, that you could have been ...." The thing was, Bruce assumed Tony was fine when he came back to himself, when Thor gave him a little context although the Asgardian was as disconnected as he was at that point. He couldn't imagine a world without Tony Stark, but then there was one. His heart ached and his eyes burned and there might be some tears in there. "I wore the Hulkbuster suit." Why that came to mind, he wasn't sure. It was a strange situation, and freeing, to be part of the fight without the Hulk. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of the wizards." Now he was on ramble mode.