Okay, maybe he wasn't as hopeless with women as he had initially seemed. The deterring procedure he used to fend women away wasn't working, and Natasha had taught him better than that. He was still cautious, very cautious, but he could never be cold hearted with intent. He was a coward, he knew that much, which was why he had fled from Natasha without a word. But he had cared too much for her to let her fall victim to his inner monster.
Bruce held Liv close. The fingers of the palm resting against her lower back began to rotate against the fabric of her shirt in soothing circles, trying to calm her. The other hand lifted to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. He shook his head at her, "You aren't disgusting. I promise. If you were, you wouldn't have any friends. It's hard for us to make friends, people can't always understand us even if we have good intentions. Even if we do what we think is the right thing."
He wished he knew how to help her reclaim her humanity, but all he could do was make her try to forget she was still a living zombie. "Why don't you stay here with me for a while. We can get a pizza or something and watch a movie?" Maybe that would help. Girls like that, right? He was trying with effort to make the world outside vanish for a while. Since they couldn't run away maybe pushing others out for a while would help. "Your choice of movies, but I'm putting my foot down on The Notebook. From what I've heard about it, it's way too sappy. I think you'd hate it."