[God, if they wait for Bruce to sort out what he wants to say they'd be waiting forever.]
Look, whatever you're worried about, just stop. Your future self didn't fuck anything up. We - Pepper and I - still want to be your friends. I personally want you to eat a grilled cheese. [He picks up the spatula and flips one of them in the skillet as if to prove his point before looking back up at Bruce.] Okay?