He isn’t going anywhere. Especially now. Not when he’s afraid Bruce is going to cut and run. When he pulls him closer, Tony just tightens his grip on him. Short of breaking his arm or kneeing him in the groin, there’s no way he’s getting away from him now.
“That’s because I’m a genius,” he says brightly. Too cheerful, really, and he sobers fast. “He told me other things, too. Like he thinks I only want to be friends with him because people think I’m a freak too. That me and…” God, he does not know how to bring this up. He’s read the file. He knows about Bruce’s girlfriend.
Swallowing around a dry throat, he tentatively continues. “That me and Betty are the only friends he has. That he likes people and wants to like them, but he’s—He’s alone and he doesn’t want to be. He’s lonely. And I think sad and scared, and I promised him that as long as I lived, he wouldn’t be. Neither one of you will be.”
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“That’s because I’m a genius,” he says brightly. Too cheerful, really, and he sobers fast. “He told me other things, too. Like he thinks I only want to be friends with him because people think I’m a freak too. That me and…” God, he does not know how to bring this up. He’s read the file. He knows about Bruce’s girlfriend.
Swallowing around a dry throat, he tentatively continues. “That me and Betty are the only friends he has. That he likes people and wants to like them, but he’s—He’s alone and he doesn’t want to be. He’s lonely. And I think sad and scared, and I promised him that as long as I lived, he wouldn’t be. Neither one of you will be.”