It was Liv's fortune that Bruce was actually at his apartment. He had come back only to gather what little bit of things, and honesty it was a minuscule amount probably enough for a person to carry with one hand in a grocery sack, he had accumulated during his time since arrival. Bruce had taken Tony up on the offer to live at Stark Tower, a place that was much safer than the Agreeable Apartments. However he had the intent to continue to use the apartment when he was needed so he wasn't abandoning it entirely.
The frantic slap at the door was surprising, he hadn't been expecting anyone. So he placed the grocery bag full of things on the kitchen table and turned. Moving to the door, Bruce pulled it open and it was then he was met with frantic, teary half-zombie. "Liv? Are you alright?" He inquired instantly.
A hand lifted and cupped gently at her elbow, guiding her gently into the apartment. It wouldn't do either of them any good to attract unnecessary attention in the hallway. When the door was closed, he lingered in the foyer with her.
In all of the schooling he had taken, none of his lessons had prepared him to deal with a crying woman. He was at a loss. Commence awkward consolation in tee minus three and counting....