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Date: 2025-10-17 10:19 pm (UTC)[ 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.