"I gave you space until you were mostly comfortable with the idea. Or I assumed you were comfortable with the idea. So. Mostly? Sort of. Ish." All things being relative to one another he couldn't pinpoint exactly when Bruce got roped into dealing with his skin hunger or habit of reaching out for more than idle contact. Probably the first or second time he'd shuffled over to Bruce as the only solid source of both warmth and caffeine that early in the morning/afternoon/whatever.

Probably.

That's usually how it happened. "That's...I'm pretty sure that's a good date? A normal person date. Sounds like a normal person date." Like either of them are any kind of normal. "Seriously. You've got my- blessing? Approval. Go forth, woo the spider."