"Damn sorry you should not be doing my dishes, I'm the one who messed up." Bruce was back around people for a short amount of time and already showing his lack of awareness of proper etiquette. It was easier, living by himself, focused on survival, and the adjustment to coming back to civilization took longer than he cared to admit. He tried to swallow a few times, no real liquid to speak of in his throat right the, but it was getting easier.

"Thank you, seriously, it's really ... you're very kind, you don't have to." The man seemed very aware of others, very conscientious. He was clearly a do-gooder to his core. Bruce resisted rubbing his eyes, like they needed any help from the sting, and nodded at the man. "Maybe a practical jokester is around, I don't know. I'm, uh, Bruce."