Bruce almost has a moment where he stops and draws away, only so he can ask her if she really is happy to be back here. Stuck in some alternate universe, especially when she wakes up to everything going to shit, it's hardly the ideal setting for anyone.

But then he sees himself in her shoes. He remembers how truly happy he was when he woke up here after a whole year of being away, and... he gets it. He knows how she's feeling right now, because he felt that way too.

His hands round her sides, fingers tracing from her waist and up to her armpits. He slips his hands underneath her bra and draws over the arch of her breasts, palm brushing across her nipples, touch sliding down the space between, where he can feel the pulse of her heart against his hands.