Of course she helped. What a brilliant girl. Briefly, Bruce raises his hands to frame her face - a barely-there touch that's all affection and acceptance, even though there's still something sad about how he holds himself. When she touches his chest he looks at her and doesn't have to say no, or shake his head. It's obvious.

That's not for him.

"I've got tea," is what he says, and steps away. The kitchen is at least sort of in order, electric kettle and refrigerator working just fine. The dog is laying on a blanket at the end of the kitchen, observing them. "That's Ace," is pointed out. Black ears twitch at the use of his name.