[Most is the same word that Bruce zeroes in on, and the images of a young man he doesn't know quiver through his mind. Most. But not this one, he believes to be the implication.

It's noted, and any sense of gratitude from Bruce is markedly faint, but there regardless.]

I'm a private man. [Understatement of the century.] You can understand why all of this might bother me more than most, and the reason why I'm putting in a stronger effort. [It's not untrue -- he has so much he keeps tightly enclosed within him, memories that are too personal and private to let free, floating amongst strangers. His grip is on them is more of a vice.]

What's your name? [He could reach out and grasp it himself, probably, but asking is just as easy, and more preferable at the moment.]