[He had no idea if she had, for some reason, expected him to stay. The way she blinked at him, without an immediate response, only puzzled him further. She stared. He stared. And then she flushed in embarrassment, and he thought it might have been because he'd misunderstood her question. Or maybe she was embarrassed because she'd assumed he would stay, and he hadn't met said assumption? Bruce felt unbelievably foolish, regardless, in a way that was entirely foreign to him.]
It isn't my place. [He began to see a glimmer of where the misunderstanding had come from.] I don't live here. Is that what you thought?