Bruce knows a very clinical look at reading people; it takes a careful, knowing eye to be able to read issues in the slight off-gait of someone's walk, the movement of the chest indicating difficulty breathing, the droop of a muscle indicating possible issues of the cranial nerve. Everything else in his life has pulled him away from the more social norms of being able to read people and even on top of that, Tony Stark is a confusing, difficult man to begin with.

Bruce's eyes meet Tony's as he lies there, but he remembers this. This sudden closeness, the warm yet directed look into Tony's eyes, the shift of his hand up to capture-

And there it is. That sudden warmth and faint wetness that leaves Bruce still, Tony completely in control of the kiss. Bruce's eyes do slide closed though, one hand still clinging for dear life, but unlike the utterly unexpected kiss last time, he manages to bring his other hand up and somewhat awkwardly slide over Tony's shoulder, gripping there instead. He can feel the roughness of stubble against beard, suddenly, oddly, a little grateful he hadn't bothered to shave just yet.