"Morning," Bruce greets in response, polite and casual, like this isn't fucking weird, and he doesn't really think anything in particular about the other man's appearance. (Maybe he will, later, in some kind of bizarre moment of fridge logic, and wonder if he should have expected some kind of medieval underwear.)

"...Uh," so this is a rare moment, just so you know- "Can I buy you a coffee?" It's the first thing that comes to mind, and it's beautifully, brilliantly awful, and the wince in his voice is as palpable as the chill out here, and what's more, it's punctuated by angry shouting in the distance and a dog barking.

Bruce actually face palms. He raises his right hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, and whether he's wincing again or trying not to laugh at his own complete absurdity is hard to make out.