As much as she wanted Bruce to try, Betty didn't press the issue. She could see how overwhelming this was for him, and these days, she was probably the last person to be telling him how to deal with his feelings. She took his coat, frowning down at it before she looked up again, mildly questioning. But Betty knew. How many times had he stood up like that, and how many times had she stood up to follow him?
But she didn't stand up, instead watched him again with neutrality etched on her face. If he needed his space, he needed his space. "I'll be in town for a while," she said, glancing down at his jacket once more. "I'll hold on to this for you, for when you get back."