MIT is always full of tourists, and sometimes they ask for directions. Bruce is pretty used to this; he gives off enough Aura Of Student that he's asked pretty frequently for restaurant recommendations, T stop locations, and what have you. So when one guy with a long white beard asks for nice places for sightseeing, it isn't particularly memorable. He suggests the Harvard Bridge and the observatory on top of the Prudential Center and makes some crack about how if you can fly the view from the top of the Green Building is pretty awesome too. Then he wishes the guy the best and goes about the rest of his day.
"And if I knew something I was going to do was bad I would stop being going to do it. Also it might be some sort of stable timeloop thing where even a detailed warning couldn't help."
That kind of sounds like he was thinking about something Father Time said, put two and two together and came up with Infohazard, and he wants to know because he always wants to know even when he knows he'll regret it, but if Lev doesn't want to tell him then he doesn't want to tell him. He probably can't help with whatever it is no matter how much he wants to.
"Maybe more of the stuff he said will make sense later. Hopefully before it becomes dramatic irony."
Bruce doesn't have any brilliant insights about what Father Time meant before it's time for his meeting with Jack O'Lantern.
A twentysomething with an array of piercings almost as impressive as his hair color appears.
"Hello, new blood. --You're cute."
"Hello. Uh, how's it going?" Bruce had been about to say "nice makeup" but as a response to "you're cute" it might sound like reciprocal flirting and he doesn't want to imply anything he doesn't mean. Which is too bad because even Bruce can tell that's an expert makeup job.
"I would really prefer that Christmas not start until after Thanksgiving but I'm not confident I can beat American consumerism in a metaphorical fight."
"You are the anthropomorphic personification of Christmas, it does whatever you want. --We're the two youngest, did you know that? I guess Death is younger than me but"-- he waves a hand vaguely-- "in terms of experienced time."
Nod. "Do you have any time weirdness, or are you always at one second per second?"
"I can warp time on my own holiday, same as you. The old guy used it to scare people but I use it to give candy to little kids and hook up with hot people."
"Neat. Apparently I'm going to do the splitting into lots of people thing and it will either be the coolest or the least cool experience ever."
"Brains doing things that aren't generally possible is awesome, but losing most of the memories and having memories that don't have a defined chronological order sounds really disorienting." He'd make an analogy to recreational drug use, but he hasn't actually done much of that and for all he knows Jack has and then he'd be talking out of his ass to someone who knows more than him. "Like when you oversleep and have a subjective week worth of dreams and wake up with a whole mental to-do list of fake tasks, but worse."