[There was something about her smile that pleased him, though Bruce couldn't quite put his finger on why. He hadn't intended anything with his laugh. It had just happened, as much a surprise to himself as it had been to her. But maybe he saw in her something that he recognized within himself; neither of them seemed to have much occasion for smiles or laughter.]
You might. [It was a suggestion, faintly amused and not all that worried about her adjusting to her new surroundings. It would take time, but she would be alright. If nothing else he could hire people to ensure that she was. And as for her not needing anything else, he merely smiled. It was easier not to argue; he'd just do it anyway. She needed clothes, food, personal items, pillows and bedding and everything else in between. He wondered, too, if she might like a pet. He was about to point her in the direction of the bedroom, or one of them, when she remarked that he looked tired, and his expression was one of surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so honest, but he wasn't insulted or upset. Not in the least.] It's alright, Iris. [Because she looked as though she'd just made a terrible mistake, and that wasn't the case at all.] I am tired. But I'm not sure rest will help.