[ He looks up at the touch, brow wrinkling, eyes going a little soft. He can handle words all day, can distance himself from them, but when it comes to fingers curling around his shoulder, locking on his wrist, touching?
It obliterates his defenses easier than he likes to admit.
Maybe this Tony is right. He'd like to believe that, he would, and he swallows down a surge of something that threatens to fill his throat. Dryly murmurs instead: ]
That or he'd throw a cheeseburger in my face and blow my arm off.
[ Feels like a toss-up, but he only knows what he's heard. ]
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It obliterates his defenses easier than he likes to admit.
Maybe this Tony is right. He'd like to believe that, he would, and he swallows down a surge of something that threatens to fill his throat. Dryly murmurs instead: ]
That or he'd throw a cheeseburger in my face and blow my arm off.
[ Feels like a toss-up, but he only knows what he's heard. ]