Nodding once, all but praying that that would hold true, Lucy let her smile widen just a little. The longer she stood there, the more convinced she was that he was right, that nothing could happen between them for both of their sakes. Hell, she hadn't wanted any kind of relationship since Ryan had disappeared almost a year earlier, and despite the desperation in her that was only just beginning to settle, she knew full well that she liked Bruce too much to seek comfort in his bed and be done with it. As she had meant to say a moment before, possibly without much success, his friendship was too important to her for it to be ruined over something ridiculous like romance. Given her own track record, it wasn't likely that it would end well, anyway; Bruce would probably be gone before anything could really happen.

The thought alone was another motivation to stay where she was.

For a moment, she lifted a hand, meaning to reach for him in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture or something fucking stupid like that, but reconsidered at the last moment, combing her fingers back through her hair instead and letting out a slightly shaky laugh. "Right," she said, earnest, though the still rapid rate of her heart was proof enough that her feelings couldn't so easily be shaken. Turning back to the punching bag, she exhaled heavily. The restlessness that had brought her out here in the first place hadn't yet settled either, heightened only by the recent turn of events, making the locale pretty damn convenient. "You, uh, mind if I take a swing at this thing?"