It seemed odd that for all his worry, Bruce had never considered exactly what his triggers were; on the other hand, if he was so averse to the very idea of being triggered, it was understandable that this wasn't a place his scientific curiosity extended to. Val tapped her spoon on the ice cream container.
"There's anger and fear, right? Some kind of adrenaline rush given you literally threw yourself off a ship mid-air. So you must have thought it would work." She turned to him, folding her legs at her side as she draped one arm onto the back of the couch. Then she set the ice cream down with a protective hand shielding it from Dido's sniffing. "What if it's anything that makes your heart beat faster? Have you um... have you tried... other such things since this happened to you?"