[Maybe Bruce should have realized that standing on the sidewalk in front of a building which bore his last name was pushing it. Anonymity could only go so far, after all. But even though he was aware of the way in which the passing woman stared, he didn't spare her so much as a brief glance. His attention was on Iris, on her reaction to where they were, and she snatched her hand away too quickly for him to stop her. He frowned ever so slightly, but he wasn't displeased; worried, more like.]
Why can't you stay here? There's more than enough space, and you'll be comfortable. [In his mind, there really wasn't a problem.]