Bruce frowned down thoughtfully at the legal pad in front of him, glasses slipping down his nose before he reached up to absently push them back into place. It was late, but it wasn't as though he was tired and he still had a lot of catching up to do before he really got to work.

His notes were handwritten, making it hard for others to read and he managed to not think about how she would often scold him for his 'scribblings'.

Sighing, the doctor sat back on his stool and slipped off his glasses. Tea. Tea would be good. He mostly knew how the place was laid out now and while he had yet to meet everyone the likelihood of running into someone that wasn't Kit this late was slim.

Which is how Dr. Banner came to be in the kitchen in the small hours of the night with the only light coming from the burner under the kettle.