"I'll take tomorrow off." Some time to sleep in and rest, to let the fires burn down for awhile and keep the forge from being so damn unbearable can't hurt. "Maybe a few days. Bruce has been hitting the books, I still need to find a way to synthesize chemicals for projects, find a good source for ore that aren't boxes left on my doorstep."

See? Pacing. Or trying to pace. He rolls out his shoulders just. Sitting for a little bit. Breathing.