He lifts the lid of the box, smiling a bit as he looks over the pastries. "Dere iz verra leedle Hy von't eat. But dese look good."

He flicks his eyes up, then quickly looks back down again, chewing on his lower lip. There are a lot of... things... in his head - jumbled up words and feelings, but none of them seem to want to come out. He tries to speak a couple times, opening his mouth and taking a deep breath before closing it again. Finally, he lets out a sigh and reaches out, cupping a hand around the back of Bruce's neck and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, eyes screwed shut.

He's not sure if it's the right thing to do, but it's better than standing there in awkward silence, and he hopes it says everything he can't find the words to say.