It's such a simple thing, to ask for a date in the most complicated of situations, but this seems huge to him. She was his first kiss since Betty, and now she would be his first date too. Strangely enough, if it wasn't for the nightmare he just went through, Bruce might not have asked. They're in such a tenuous place, but he's tired and beaten down and he really wants to be with her. In this room, as friends, out on a date, as more than, whatever it is, that's what he wants. He's not going to second guess it. He might think she has lousy taste, but she's a grown woman. If he's what she wants, he's what she'll get.

"I'd appreciate that," he replies dryly. "Pencil and not a pen? Harsh." Bruce nods, knowing he's not close to recovered himself. He's weak and the fever's only barely gone. He has to go back to the hospital and be a doctor, and he doesn't want to, he wants to stay here and be a man flirting with a pretty girl. "We'll get better, who knows if we'll get calmer." He smiles. "Wow, now I really want to smack myself for thinking being in a Little Red Riding costume was a big deal." It did lead to some laughter for them, and by the end of the night he had drinks with friends and relaxed. It was strange, but even now, only barely alive, he still really liked this place and what it was offering them.

Blame it on his mind. After a beat, he blinks a few times. "You know. I think we completely missed Thanksgiving."