pursuitofcappiness: (likes to read books and stuff)
𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 ([personal profile] pursuitofcappiness) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs 2012-12-18 06:38 pm (UTC)

He has no idea why he's become so weak, because he doesn't believe she could be inhumanly strong, because that thought hasn't quite manifested properly in his mind, although it really should. Instead, he will just confusedly sit on the wet side of the bed, and he guesses he'll just. Be here. For awhile.

"I'm not leaving, I just... wanted to put everything back where it belongs," he reasons, although he sounds a little bit defeated. These are not the words of a man who is regarded as a hero. These are the words of a five-year-old who's been berated for trying to tie a splint on his pet cat.

He takes up his tea and takes a sip. It has gotten cold, so he drinks the whole thing. It feels nice. Sitting down feels nice. Lying down would feel even better, as his head would sort itself out and everything can settle into a nice, dull ache. He must have closed his eyes.

They snap open, and he lifts his feet up. They're still dirty. And now his butt's all wet. But he leans back against the headboard and takes a part of Tony's arm that isn't injured to assure him that he'll be here.

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