It had been pretty hard for Bruce when he'd walked amongst the ashen remains of his friends and people he knew, Bucky, T'Challa, Wanda and so many more, he hadn't known who was alive and who was dead, he didn't know where Tony was, presumably somewhere in space, he didn't know if he was dead or alive.
Bruce shook his head, smiling softly. "I'm glad you're here too. We can get through this. This whole... PTSD survivor's guilt stuff, we were both there, we can get through it but we don't have to do it alone." It was impossible to speak to anyone else about this, it felt like he was putting on a mask in front of Percy, smiling when he was really struggling to keep it together on the inside.
"In his own way," Bruce replied, mid-mouthful. He swallowed, repeated what he said in case Tony hadn't understood. "Thanos ragdolling him around really shook him up. He's not in any real hurry to get back. It's... strange. I thought he'd be someone who would be hardened for battle and would want to get back to it, but he's been just exploring the forests. Every now and again he'll rip up a tree, but sometimes he'll just sit down and think. I remember flashes of it." Bruce looked down at his fork, which was hovering above the takeout container. "I think we're both scared. And we feel bad because failed everyone, like we should have done better, fought harder. I feel a bit bad for him. He's blaming himself for not coming out earlier, but I get it. It was too much. It's funny that his psyche broke before mine did."
Funny and disturbing, Bruce thought, finally starting to eat another mouthful again. "It's gonna take time for all of us to get right." He nodded. "Above everything else he wants to make sure I'm okay and I want the same for him." He felt like the whole situation had brought him closer to his counterpart than he'd ever been, but at the same time he felt like he was a long way from truly understanding the Hulk.