His eyebrows lift when Tony says it was a year. A whole year away from here, and everything was bad? If Bruce didn't go back, if he didn't remember, then what happened between them back home? Did Tony remember his time here? This is so much to take in that Tony rambling about his hair is a relief, a break in the tension that lets Bruce step forward. He's not unwinding yet; there's still tension in his frame as he closes the distance Tony put between them.

"I was probably tired of combing it." Slowly, he reaches out to touch Tony's arm, lightly at first before he winds up sliding his hand down his forearm to take his hand.

"Tony..." Now that he's starting to accept it as possible that this Tony is really Tony, he has to wonder if he's still his Tony or if... Who knows what happened?

"It's been a year?" He breathes in slow and exhales.