“Drunk?” he echoes, turning his head to look at her. “I’m drunk?”
That explains a few things. Not all of them. He’s been drunk so many times in his life that he shouldn’t be this addled, but there’s an ache in his head and a fogginess in his perception that points to a concussion. But it helps. Tony knows how to circumvent drunkenness so that he can function.
“Should’ve said so.” It’s still slightly slurred, and it’s obvious that he’s not exactly 100%, but it’s not quite as bad as before. “Not as much as I should. There’s a—It’s like fog. A disconnect. I remember… A bar. You were there. And then, the beach? I don’t…”
He looks at Steve, tips his head in what he hopes is a nod, and tries to do as instructed. It’s sloppy and loose and probably not that much help, but it’s enough so that Steve can get him over to the other side of the bed. There’s a part of him that wants to squirm away from Steve’s hand, but there’s nowhere to go and touching before didn’t set it off. So maybe it’s okay. Maybe. He hopes so.
“It’s…” He licks his lips, nervousness knotting in his stomach. “What did I say? I don’t remember.
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That explains a few things. Not all of them. He’s been drunk so many times in his life that he shouldn’t be this addled, but there’s an ache in his head and a fogginess in his perception that points to a concussion. But it helps. Tony knows how to circumvent drunkenness so that he can function.
“Should’ve said so.” It’s still slightly slurred, and it’s obvious that he’s not exactly 100%, but it’s not quite as bad as before. “Not as much as I should. There’s a—It’s like fog. A disconnect. I remember… A bar. You were there. And then, the beach? I don’t…”
He looks at Steve, tips his head in what he hopes is a nod, and tries to do as instructed. It’s sloppy and loose and probably not that much help, but it’s enough so that Steve can get him over to the other side of the bed. There’s a part of him that wants to squirm away from Steve’s hand, but there’s nowhere to go and touching before didn’t set it off. So maybe it’s okay. Maybe. He hopes so.
“It’s…” He licks his lips, nervousness knotting in his stomach. “What did I say? I don’t remember.