"I can deal with that." Bruce isn't really much for an efficiency expert, but it seems like the best use of their mouths right now would be for kissing and not so much for talking. He runs his fingers through Tony's hair and pulls him closer, kissing him hard, though the thirst in Tony's kiss is leaving him breathless. They do have a lot to talk about, and since waking up, Bruce has been through a roller coaster of emotions; he wants to hear about Tony's year and not just about world-changing scientific formulas, but for now some desperate kissing and clinging seems in order.

When he needs to come up for air, he toys lightly with the hair above the nape of Tony's neck and kisses one cheek, then the other, before he sits back enough to see him properly.

"You changed your hair too," he says finally, eyes sweeping over him. It's such an unimportant thing compared to everything else, but focusing on the big details for too long can be suffocating.

"I like it."