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[notwayne]

[ He gets home when it's nearly midnight, sweaty and tired and god, really, really glad that he's going to be able to take a bath when he gets back. For all that he protested when Tony had handed him the papers to the house, the idea that there will be hot water when he gets back is something he doesn't know if he should be so happy about, but is.

The house was originally meant for just him, but it hadn't taken much to get it divided in two- the main section with its rooms being used for patients, and his own part sectioned off from the rest. While he'd much rather just do what he'd done elsewhere, Tony's protest of having expensive equipment to work and needing a place to store it isn't entirely unfounded.

Besides, he helps more people like this, much as he hates to admit it.

Bruce slips in his front door, and as soon as he's in, slips off his shirt, unbuttoning it and folding it neatly onto the ratty excuse for a couch, grabbing a glass of water and-- well, he's all fine and good until he notices the figure standing in what passes as his kitchen. ]

Normal people-- warn.