Bruce can't meet that stare, and drops his eyes to some low point on the wall. It almost hurts when Steve goes and says things like that, he's just that sincere. He can't really let himself start thinking of himself like he belongs here since he most definitely doesn't. And he's not staying that much longer, not if he keeps up the work.

"Uh, I know it's. I mean, I should have asked a while ago, but. Do you want anything? I have the mini-kitchen down here, not too full, but there's enough." Bruce pulls himself up and steps toward the fridge to avoid all of this... Niceness. Most of the stuff he's stocked up on here is caffeine-free, healthy, kinda-bland fare, but he can at least offer.