Ronan grins when he sees Bruce at the temple, approaching with a little jog in his step. Chainsaw is flying overhead and finds her perch at the roof of the temple while he approaches Bruce, a hand out for one of those weird sideways hi five/handshake things that young men seem to do for some strange reason.

"Bruce- holy shit, it's really you."

And he's grown- oh, maybe a year or so, but when you're on the cusp of nineteen/twenty, a year can be a lot. The hair is still shaved, but he's bulked out a bit, grown into himself a little more.