Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

Stark was curious about Banner's impressions. It went without saying that he trusted her above anyone else and Stark was curious of her personal opinions on the man. Stark gave a little nod as he said a kill count - he'd been curious about the mark on his shoulder but even Stark had some level of decorum and hadn't asked outright. Tambourine would probably ask, same as he'd ask about the whole tail (or lack of) situation. He was young though and he needed to learn manners but he had the chance to learn. It was terrifying to think that it sort of rested on him now to do all of that. Parenting, raising a kid - jesus. If he'd ever considered leaving her certainly couldn't now. 

"So he's nice, despite the whole rough and tumble thing - unless it's special just for you." Stark said with a little smile. It was alarming to think of someone considering Banner the way he did Octavia - but then, she deserved that. When Banner went quiet Stark gave a nod, picking up with what she didn't say - and didn't need to. "You're thinking that he might be able to help you too?" He guessed. In what he'd seen from Banner she didn't need the same level of work and control. Sure, she'd always have to pay attention and she'd have to recognize what was happening with her emotions. 

She'd come so far, though, and Stark knew she'd put an insane amount of work into her life. "I think you've been doing great, for what it's worth." He offered with a small smile.