"All right. Let me-" another half-aborted gesture; he is going to grab a sweater. At least his fragmented speech patterns don't seem awkward, just absent. Which is a little weird next to the tangible awareness he seems to have otherwise, but he's ... pleasant. Enough.

Bruce pulls a gray sweater completely devoid of personality on over his head and closes the door to his bedroom with his heel at the same time. Then: "Dietary restrictions?"