For a moment, Tony’s hand is limp in Bruce’s as he looks at him, waiting for him to start accusing him of not being him again. There’s only so much of that he can take before he starts believing it, before he wants to believe it, and he has a feeling that that will just end up causing more problems than it will solve. Then the moment passes.
His fingers tighten and he finds himself clinging to Bruce’s hand like it’s a lifeline in the middle of a storm. “Yeah. Something like that. I lost a little time with the whole—The surgery and the—”
Leaning forward, he takes in his hair, the lines around his eyes, all of the tiny little details that he’s been categorizing and storing away in his memory since he met him. “It hasn’t happened yet for you, has it? That’s what’s with your hair. Listen. When you see on the news that they blew up my house and the whole cliff face fell into the ocean? I’m not actually dead, okay? I’m just. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
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For a moment, Tony’s hand is limp in Bruce’s as he looks at him, waiting for him to start accusing him of not being him again. There’s only so much of that he can take before he starts believing it, before he wants to believe it, and he has a feeling that that will just end up causing more problems than it will solve. Then the moment passes.
His fingers tighten and he finds himself clinging to Bruce’s hand like it’s a lifeline in the middle of a storm. “Yeah. Something like that. I lost a little time with the whole—The surgery and the—”
Leaning forward, he takes in his hair, the lines around his eyes, all of the tiny little details that he’s been categorizing and storing away in his memory since he met him. “It hasn’t happened yet for you, has it? That’s what’s with your hair. Listen. When you see on the news that they blew up my house and the whole cliff face fell into the ocean? I’m not actually dead, okay? I’m just. It’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”