"Well.. we can't stay out in the desert forever," said Bruce, though his expression was soft and his tone amused. The man heaved out a sigh then, a long fingered hand cupping Talia's cheek, then pressed back into her hair. The petting was for himself as much as for her, though the contact felt wonderful. Bruce had held himself away from others for far too long.

"But, for a while would be nice." he then said softly, eyes still on her face. For a little while, at least, Bruce could allow himself to be happy. This was all so new and alien that he wanted to see it through to whatever end it might have, even if that was bitter.