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You want to tell me how?

[ It's not a real request. The bid to calm him down is only that, and he appreciates it, for all he can't leave it unchallenged. Tony's hand finds his hand, his fingers find his fingers, and he replaces his vice grip on fabric with a tight hold on the hand holding his.

Tony's heart beats against the back of his curled fingers, and he scrunches his closed eyes and buries his face a little further, tucks his nose in against warm skin. ]

I'm sorry. I can't stop, I'm—

[ Helpless, helpless as he had been that first night when Tony took his hand to ground him, helpless as they both are now. He understands a little better than he ever could've done before the strain Tony was under in that ship in deep space, the yawning terror of being just a man in the face of the inevitability of pending oblivion.

It's selfish, what he's doing. He's no more equipped to help with this than anyone else here, but he's making enemies left and right, draining himself to the point of aggravated exhaustion, taking it out on the only people he could really make a difference being available to support. ]

Would it make it easier if I did?

[ He's not the only one suffering through this. Busy playing detective, he's left both Tony and Shadowheart to fend for themselves. ]

[ingeniar]

Hey. Come on. We don't give up.

[ It sounds kind of silly and small to say it there, in their dark and quiet little kitchen, but it's also the truth, and one of the few things that's been helping Tony himself stay upright.

He lets go of Stephen's hand, but only so he can turn around, bullying his way into the space he wants to be in by just making it happen. Face to face in the dim shadows, he frowns, reminded of their journey hurtling towards Titan. ]

Sure, it's easier when the bad guys make it more obvious. [ He reaches up with both hands, sets his thumbs to Stephen's temples and strokes back over those wings of grey into his hair, holds onto him like that. ] Sure, we're kind of out of practice. And stuck without any magic or useful tech that's not a goddamn.. Tamagotchi. And we're facing something weird and terrible that's killing our friends. But that doesn't mean we give up. I'm pretty sure that's not what your monk guys in Outer Mongolia or wherever taught you, right? Even when we think we're down, we're not out. We don't let ourselves be out. We keep trying, don't we?

Come on. [ He softens a little, touching Stephen's cheek instead. Gently, though there are still lines between his brows, tension gathered in the corners of his mouth. ] I need you to not be out, right now. I need that. Our girl needs it. Stephen.