Bruce returned the friendly squeeze before letting go of Sue's hand; it was a melancholy happiness he felt, because he'd missed so much on account of 'the Other Guy', but he wasn't going to dwell too much on that.
"Well, I know SHIELD said they wanted me here to look at a mystic hammer or something, but at this point I couldn't care less. We can worry about that later." He pulled out a chair and sat down, cheerfully. "We haven't seen each other in seven years, where do we start? My life's been pretty much terrible, but enough about me. I read online that you're still at the Baxter Building, busy as ever, Reed. I'd love to see what sort of projects you're working on. I've been out of the loop."
There was a sort of urgency and fear to Bruce's tone, a discomfort to hurry and gloss over what he'd been through to keep from ruining the mood.