[The pause and snap is something, at least. And it has him biting his tongue, just watching her and waiting, counting every word that comes out of her mouth and categorizing it as he waits, aching to butt in, to interrupt but not actually doing so.
When it matters, when it really comes down to it he can be an adult. Can be mature and worried and even though he wants to jump up and down on the bed, whooping for joy over the fact that Pepper and he are, apparently, a couple even going on two years in the future?
He's not. He's waiting until she's done and starting to get emotional (97 words later, if anyone was curious) before taking a few steps forward, resting gentle hands on her shoulders and rubbing reassuringly]
Alright, so I don't remember all those things I somehow managed to not mess up. Which sucks, because I'm pretty sure I can't actually do any of that without making you want to stab me with a fork to get me to stop talking. Or being stupid, but- hey, Pepper.
Hi, look. Here. I'm here. And I tried to tell you about the Palladium, I tried to take you to Venice. And Rhodey might not be here to make aquatic animal jokes, but that doesn't mean the feeling's not the same for me as it must have been back home, so...
[... have a kiss, Pepper Potts. A quick jerk forward of his head, one hand curling around the base of her skull to try and keep her in place, to hold the kiss for just a minute as he pulls back, thoughtful]
Weird. Was that weird? I don't really think it was weird, but-
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When it matters, when it really comes down to it he can be an adult. Can be mature and worried and even though he wants to jump up and down on the bed, whooping for joy over the fact that Pepper and he are, apparently, a couple even going on two years in the future?
He's not. He's waiting until she's done and starting to get emotional (97 words later, if anyone was curious) before taking a few steps forward, resting gentle hands on her shoulders and rubbing reassuringly]
Alright, so I don't remember all those things I somehow managed to not mess up. Which sucks, because I'm pretty sure I can't actually do any of that without making you want to stab me with a fork to get me to stop talking. Or being stupid, but- hey, Pepper.
Hi, look. Here. I'm here. And I tried to tell you about the Palladium, I tried to take you to Venice. And Rhodey might not be here to make aquatic animal jokes, but that doesn't mean the feeling's not the same for me as it must have been back home, so...
[... have a kiss, Pepper Potts. A quick jerk forward of his head, one hand curling around the base of her skull to try and keep her in place, to hold the kiss for just a minute as he pulls back, thoughtful]
Weird. Was that weird? I don't really think it was weird, but-