That level of workaholism is something that hit an old familiar place in Bruce's chest. He used to be able to dedicate himself like that. Technically, he still could, the more control he's gained over the other guy, the less that long hours become a risk to his temper. Though if Bruce hadn't reached the level of zen master by now, he never would. There was always room for some improvement.

It was his most recent slip that he'd come to make amends for. If he could.

"We didn't really get a chance to enjoy food the other night so.." He waves the bag helplessly as he steps into Pepper's office. Glancing around curiously at the crisp and tasteful decor. There was no fooling yourself when you came in here, this was a powerful woman in oh so many ways.

But rather than being intimidated by that fact, Bruce was drawn in, like a moth to a flame.

"Do you like sandwiches?" At least they were high end ones. He tried not to be embarrassed about not knowing enough about Ms Potts to pick out a decent dinner.