[The small movement of her hand towards her throat draws his gaze, and Bruce follows it as he would follow any other tell. Whether she means to reveal it is irrelevant now. She says not recently and this admission, paired with the location of the hurt leaves him to wonder if she had died.

It doesn't surprise him that she refuses to linger or dwell. He has not known Eleven for a very long time and they haven't gone through the motions of explaining who they are to one another. But he suspects that she is very used to it. To not just the pain, the necessity of moving on from it, because other things must be done. It's hard to see, not just because of her age, but because Bruce remembers what it was like. To be a child and to be afraid and to be angry. To want to be more.]

Thank you.

[There's a kind of sincerity in his reply even when he recognizes the offering for what it is. Bruce takes two of the three pieces because he'll give them to Riku and Vanitas. But the bird? That he takes for himself.]

I suspect that you won't give me the makeup until I've answered your questions.
I'll do what I can.

But I am keeping secrets.