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Bruce sat in the small diner, a cup of coffee (Decaf) cupped between his hands. He wasn't really drinking it, not really. He was letting the heat from the coffee fill his hands in a bid to try and heat himself up. He'd have to remember next time he ran from someone and stole clothes he'd need to steal something warmer. Maybe a nice warm fluffy jacket instead of a run down hoody. He chuckled to himself slightly, this wasn't exactly the kind of look he would have expected himself to have a year ago. He must look like some form of addict, rugged, shivering and clutching onto this cup as if for dear life. He lifted it to his lips, sipping only the smallest amount of liquid letting it linger in his mouth for a moment. He didn't know what it was about the bitter taste but he had always enjoyed it, maybe that was just part of being a scientist.

Decaf however... it seemed pointless. The only reason he was drinking it was to try and get rid of the craving he was having for coffee and he didn't exactly feel safe having ordinary coffee. He hadn't had any since the accident and there was no real telling what would happen if caffine entered his system. It could cause a reaction, it might not. He wasn't really willing to take the risk. There was a ding from the bell on the door and he put his cup down slowly, turning his head slightly to see who entered the door. When he saw it was just some random tourists he let go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Being on the run like this would never give him the chance he needed to find out what happened and how to reverse it, the stress itself would end up killing him.

The problem right now was he needed a base, somewhere to go where he could conduct his research. Now there were plenty of places he could go to be secluded the problem was there weren't many with the equipment he needed where he wouldn't be recognized or apprehended for tresspassing. Not to mention the only person he could probably trust was still in the hospital from the day of the accident. Well, there was that Loki character. However he was a bit of an unknown variable and he wasn't really willing to label that relationship with [i]trust[/i] yet. Maybe [i]he isn't immediately trying to harm me[/i]. Still, the whole unknown part made him pretty hard to get in contact with to figure out where he stood.

He sighed as he took another sip from his mug, at least things had went quiet. He had time to think, which was better than nothing.