"You guys...are too good to me." Bruce mumbled, still looking down at his fists in his lap. He knew he was fighting a losing battle between the sleep deprivation, the growing irritation at his lack of progress in finding a cure, and the Hulk wanting to let loose again.
He had to find a cure, he HAD to.
You'll never find one.
"Shut up." Bruce realizes a moment later he said that aloud and looks up at Adrian. "...not...not you, sorry." He rubs his face with both hands, leaning dejectedly against his desk. He could just about feel his heart rate climbing, he didn't need to look at his watch to find out how close he was.
Bruce gets up off his chair, stumbling towards the door quickly. He needed some air...fast. Because there was one thing he did know and that was he couldn't let himself Hulk out in here and destroy his research. Again. "I have to go...." Hopefully Adrian would know the reason why.