Neither one of them is particularly good at reaching out. Those early attempts hadn't just been building trust one way, after all; there had been efforts made on both ends, bridges created that tentatively met in the middle. It had never been easy for her to trust. It had just been necessity at first; someone had to handle the Hulk, someone had to be able to talk him back down to Banner, and she had been the logical choice. The only option, among them. But after a time, there was more than just necessity. It was helping a friend. It was sitting with someone through a nightmare. It was helping a friend to sleep.

Touch still isn't a thing that comes naturally, but the gesture is close enough to that familiar one they both know that it doesn't take any effort at all to reach out, sliding her palm into his. Her hand is cool and dry, still smaller, even if it's not as small as it would be were he large and green. She doesn't hesitate before sitting next to him, either, letting their fingers lace together, letting him take the time he needs. "I think that was you and Beverly, actually," she says, and there's a faint trace of a smile in the words, there and gone. "We just went and got the things. You were the ones who figured out the solution." Her fingers squeeze his, just barely. "I'm just glad we made it back in time to keep from losing anyone." Especially him.