Bruce shook his head at her. Absently. Any protest seemed unnecessary and invalid to the point. And as she took his hand and squeezed it any thoughts that had surfaced began to derail and he was left with nothing but an overworked, now slightly locked up brain.
"...not so terrible," Bruce managed, though that was not in regard to anything they had been discussing previous to that moment. All of the subject before had been thrown out into oblivion. Holding her hand as they walked alongside each other was nice.
So nice. It was strange. He hadn't felt so at peace in quite some time. Betty had always given him that same feeling back in the day, that seemed like another lifetime ago when he reflected back on it, and now here it was again. He felt a spark of hope and he held on to it while it would let him. He needed it. And so did she.