Harry and Bruce
"Bruce. Good to see you." His smile was genuine as he extended a hand. He had no idea how he had ended up in a friendship with Bruce fucking Banner, but he liked the guy, and admired him.
"I wasn't sure I would, but the open invitation made it hard to resist. I'm trying to fit in here, and my record for being sociable isn't the best. Of course this truth thing is making me more... annoyed." He shrugged. Then chuckled.