"You'll--" Bruce cut himself off at her casual assurance that she could talk him down...talk the Hulk into behaving himself. For a second, it scared him again, because if this wasn't real and Kenzi got hurt...
But it was real. He could feel the difference, he could...in his gut, he knew. Bruce was a scientist, he didn't trust gut feelings or instinct or any sort of sixth sense without verifiable data to back it up.
Her question made him pause, and she was so earnest, so eager to...show him a good time, to celebrate this sudden boon, to be happy for him that he knew he'd never be able to live with himself if he said no. It would break her heart, and Kenzi...for all her craziness, she was all heart. It was what he loved about her.
With a sigh, visibly weakening, Bruce scrubbed his hands over his face, peering at her over the tips of his fingers before pointing at her warningly.
"Bar, but not a club." he relented. "I didn't like clubs even before I got sick...and we're staying hydrated, okay? I'm not dealing with a hangover, so if I hand you water? You better look like drinking it, understood?"
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But it was real. He could feel the difference, he could...in his gut, he knew. Bruce was a scientist, he didn't trust gut feelings or instinct or any sort of sixth sense without verifiable data to back it up.
Her question made him pause, and she was so earnest, so eager to...show him a good time, to celebrate this sudden boon, to be happy for him that he knew he'd never be able to live with himself if he said no. It would break her heart, and Kenzi...for all her craziness, she was all heart. It was what he loved about her.
With a sigh, visibly weakening, Bruce scrubbed his hands over his face, peering at her over the tips of his fingers before pointing at her warningly.
"Bar, but not a club." he relented. "I didn't like clubs even before I got sick...and we're staying hydrated, okay? I'm not dealing with a hangover, so if I hand you water? You better look like drinking it, understood?"