"You'd better not. Even if you were hallucinating, I was promised a date." The touch is a welcome one, honestly. She's not good at asking for these things. Neither is he, she knows, but still, he always somehow manages to be brave enough to reach out. Even after everything. She doesn't pull away; in fact, she leans into the touch, ever so slightly, lips barely brushing the heel of his palm. It's a relief, seeing him here. It's a relief, knowing he's okay, or on his way to being okay, and that in itself is a little terrifying, but if he can be brave enough to reach out, she can be brave enough to not pull away. He does, anyway, after a moment, and there's a part of her that regrets the loss, even as he says that thing that's so patently ridiculous she can't help a small laugh.

"You know, because appearances have always mattered so much to me," she says, but she's smiling at him as she does. "Honestly, we're almost at the point where I'd murder somebody for real shampoo. Don't worry, Banner, I still think you're cute." She nudges him with a shoulder that turns into a lean, an offer for contact she also doesn't mind. She'll sit here as long as he needs. Maybe a little longer, even.