Bruce reins in his reaction, his memories. New losses at home have dragged up old ones but none of that has anything to do with being here, and he's got to hold it together. It'll get better, he's sure, once he's got his bearings.

"Thank you, Jess," he replies, more relaxed, grateful for the help, for being warmly welcomed after waking up in a fountain. He spares a glance at the kitchen--he is hungry--before meeting Jess' gaze again.

"Is it all right if I come sit with you once I've gotten a plate?"