Bruce shrugs, eyes still on the hands in his lap. He doesn't know for sure which things Steve means, but for him, there's only one figuring that matters, so. "When I figure things out, only thing it'll mean is me not being here anymore. But until then, I guess. I'm stuck with what I'm stuck with."

Scratching at his neck, a rueful smile settles on his face. "I'm more, um. The running away type. Lots and lots of running." Not so much anymore, but it worked well enough when he did.