“Worried? Why would I be worried about them?”

It’s a soft laugh. Nonchalant. He’s talking to Banner as you lay bleeding inside of his lab. And that’s fine. He pretended that the only thing he was worried about was blood on his table. On his equipment. But you’re just his friend. Just that. Nothing else.

“Just—let me make sure nothing’s contaminated?”

Five minutes is all he’s getting as he walks in, shutting the door behind him. He goes to his equipment, his blue eyes lingering on your form.