As she sat, his arms looped around her waist and secured her spot on his lap with a small smile on his face. He was so glad she was okay, and safe; he would always be thankful to Bruce for his assistance with that. "Good. I'm glad."
How was he? He himself had no idea, really. But his smile never wavered; he just kissed her cheek. "I'm fine. I think I finished the prosthetic leg I was working on, so I'm really glad for that." There were a million other things to do, but he didn't feel the weight of it. Not consciously, anyway.