Work had always been one thing Bruce could count on to be consistent and unchangjng because he was so good at what he did. He may have been quite a work-a-holic but that was really all he knew. Tony was probably his best friend, both academically and just as one person would be to another, and how they to along so well really baffled Bruce because they were so different in personality, but somehow they managed and Bruce was glad. It was just nice to have meaning again, purpose, and that was what his work gave him. "You're right, Tony, but it's hard for me to get away sometimes." He admitted it, even if he didn't want to, but he would try to take more breaks now and then. He definitely didn't need the other guy coming out any time soon.
Bruce had always liked Africa, it was in poverty in most of the villages but they managed, and the people there had been kind enough to him to give him things when he'd needed it while he was hiding. Small villages were safer. But they had also posed risk as well if he'd been found, as he was sure the other guy could demolish an entire village if it wanted to. Suddenly he felt uneasy at that though, how had he been so careless? He didn't like all of this fear and self-doubt. It wasn't good fuel for his constantly blazing green fire.
"No, I definitely remember that. You should see some of the places in Africa, Tony. That brain of yours would do them wonders." That made him feel a little better. Bruce had always tried to stay humble about the fact that he was both a doctor and a genius, he wasn't always comfortable with people knowing. They tended to want things after that.