Bruce let out a laugh at that, Tony always had a habit out of surprising him with his humour, which was definitely good. And he was glad that he'd managed to get a smile out of Tony too, even if it was half-hearted. "That works. I like them both. You can have mine then, hazelnuts are nice." Bruce sighed and kicked him slightly with his foot. "Things are different now, we both know that."
Bruce started eating his own kung pao chicken, casting measured glances at Tony, his mind as usual going a mile a minute. He wondered just how long Tony had been in space, consumed by his own grief before he'd decided to come to Preya.
His eating slowed at Tony's words, the food almost tasting like ash in his mouth, tasting like sand when he swallowed it. "Tony..." Bruce said softly, hardly knowing what to say. A standard 'I'm sorry' seemed almost weak. He bit his lip slightly, putting down his bowl. "We've got him now," he said after a heavy silence, "Peter's with us now. But the memories... I get it. I saw some pretty horrible stuff as well. Babies screaming over the ashes of their mothers, other people going out of their minds looking through the ashes as if expecting to find their family amongst the dust..." Bruce pinched his nose slightly, pulling the whiskey closer and pouring Tony out a drink, passing it over to him.
"I'm here for you," he said gently, meaning it. "Anyone who went through what we did, Nat, Thor, Peter, they all know what happened. They might be walking and talking like everything's normal, but it's not something that anyone could forget, not something people could move on from easily," Bruce let out a heavy sigh. "With us... people like us and Peter, it's different. We're not soldiers. We don't have the temperament to just move on from this shit. We have heart, we care. And it's a double edged sword that doesn't stop cutting." Bruce started eating again, glad when the food didn't taste as ashen in his mouth.