Tony was right; he wasn't the sort of guy to beg, but here he was, doing just that. Not just asking Bruce to stay here, but nearly a command. It pulled at his heart as much as those eyes did, staring into them briefly before looking away first as he always would. For once, though, there wasn't so much as a stir from the Other Guy.

He wished Tony's words were so simple, that finding himself could be done with another person. Not that he had ever tried, not when he feared it all so much, himself included. There was a terror when you looked into the mirror and the face you saw wasn't your own, yet it was. A terror that kept him up at night and sometimes sent him screaming out of nightmares. Tony, all people though, might understand that.

"...yeah." Acceptance but at the same time, an understanding. A risked glance up turned into a longer gaze, seeing that Tony was still staring at him, then dropped back down to his hands. "Yeah, I'll stay. With you." Not a promise, he couldn't, wouldn't, manage that, but for right now, he'd stay.