Bruce breathed a laugh and gave a wry grin, “Nothing new.” The grin vanished almost as quick as it came as he worked his jaw, lips thinning into a line. “I appreciate the concern Hank, trust me, I do. I’ve got appreciation up to my eyeballs for every person that has come in here, but the only thing I need is to work.”
Hank sighed heavily; there’d be no reasoning with him. “Can I ask you a question, then?” he paused for a second before asking, not waiting for his answer. “Why now? After all these years, and all these trials, why now? Why are you so adamant about forgoing sleep and food right this instant?”
And what could Bruce say to what was most likely the million dollar question on the minds of those who knew his current state? Why exactly was he doing this? “Maybe I’m just trying to reach enlightenment.” He said with a shrug, eyebrows raised slightly, obscured only by his fringe.
Hank tried, he really did, but try as he may, he couldn’t help the roaring laughter that burst from his lips. He put a hand to his chest and tried to steady himself before wiping his eyes with his thumb, thudding Bruce on the back. “Well, son, you let me know how that goes.” he said with a huge, toothy grin, shaking his head and walking toward the door. “I’ll be back in a few days to check if you’re still alive.” he said, half joking ask the lab door swung open to let him out before closing and locking itself behind him.