[ It's a while before the Hulk turns back to Bruce, and Bruce himself finally goes back to the ship. He's tired but there's also a sense of accomplishment there, that he managed to help out without losing control or things going sour. Everything went exactly as according to plan, and that's a feeling he doesn't often get, but always appreciates.
He goes back to his room for a shower and a change of clothes, fully planning on finding Trish once he's out of the loose-fitting sweatshirt and pants he has on right now. But it seems like she's found him instead, and when he steps into the room and notices a human-sized lump on his bed, he doesn't even ask if it's her. He knows.
Rounding the bed, he sits by the edge, catching the album resting over the covers at the corner of his eye but ignoring it in favor of stroking her hair, slowly leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. ]
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He goes back to his room for a shower and a change of clothes, fully planning on finding Trish once he's out of the loose-fitting sweatshirt and pants he has on right now. But it seems like she's found him instead, and when he steps into the room and notices a human-sized lump on his bed, he doesn't even ask if it's her. He knows.
Rounding the bed, he sits by the edge, catching the album resting over the covers at the corner of his eye but ignoring it in favor of stroking her hair, slowly leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. ]