Bruce wasn't one to initiate affection at the best of times. Tony had always been the one to take his hand, to kiss him, to sneak his hands under his clothes. Bruce didn't know what to do with touches. He was too used to keeping people at arm's length.

And now, with Tony the way he was, he didn't want to push affection onto him. He was too scared of pushing him away.

He slid his hand against Tony's, loosely intertwining their fingers, giving Tony room to pull away if he wanted to. He wasn't sure enough of where they stood to give Tony all the touches he was used to receiving.

"I boxed the food, if you want to eat with me."

He was trying. He wanted to show Tony that he cared, that he wanted them to be okay, without overwhelming him or making either of them more vulnerable than they were comfortable with.