Bruce doesn't know if he needs space or not; see, the weird thing is that the main person he needs space from is himself, or the Hulk, or both, but he can't actually split himself into two. That would be strangely convenient, actually, but no, for the moment he's just in this one body. So when Tony holds him again, Bruce tenses but relaxes into it after a moment. He's not comfortable in his own body, but he's comfortable around Tony.

He's relaxed all the way until Tony says he kissed the Hulk, and then he tenses again, but Tony rambles his way through enough of an explanation that Bruce looks less indignant by the end of it.

"That was pretty much all, and by the way I kissed him?" Bruce summarizes, eyebrows raising, but he doesn't actually look upset. Or any less sick than he's looked for this entire conversation, but. He settles his hands on Tony's arms and squeezes lightly before he pulls him closer. He's quiet, thinking, and when he finally speaks up, his voice is soft.

"Tony, when you look at me -- when you looked at me, when we first met. It was me you saw first, right? Not him?"