ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2018+2019 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

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[revokes]

There are trash movies too. Or we can go your way and watch quality French cinema. Which we can totally do, I'll keep my comments to myself. And my hands, absolutely my hands.

[ though he can't help but touching her, keeping their fingers entwined, his body close to hers. ]

I'll get you dinner. Whatever you want. we'll order in.

[efficacy]

[ Pepper breathes the faintest chuckle, fondness evident in the soft sound. ] Wow. That's a big promise.

[ The comments, she means. She's used to Tony's tactile ways by now, and hardly minds them-- usually. But certainly not now, equally keen on the comfort of it, her thumb stroking his as their fingers tangle and hold; she squeezes once, gently. A reminder and a reassurance both. ]

Sounds nice. [ All of it. She sighs a little, oddly content considering she's in the hospital recovering from a gunshot wound. ]

Maybe a bit of both movies... I wouldn't want you to strain yourself overly, behaving.

[revokes]

I'll be fine. I'll behave more. I promise. I'll really swear off dairy, and red meat and I'll go to pottery barn with you and to the theater and I'll stay after intermission.

[ he'll make her any promise her just now, worried as he is, grateful as he is to have her back. ]

I'll have those awful shakes you buy from whole foods and the organic blueberries. Whatever you want, you got it.

[efficacy]

Tony... shh.

[ She shushes him softly when his words begin to spill out more rapidly, recognizing that anxious edge creeping into his voice. She squeezes his hand a bit more tightly, tipping her head to kiss his shoulder. ]

It's okay-- everything will be okay. [ I'm okay, she leaves unsaid, but it can be heard in there regardless. ]

[revokes]

It was my fault.

[ He finally says, pulse picking up, anxiety latching om as he finally unburdens the thoughts that have been plaguing him for several days now, hand clutched in hers. ]

I totaled our house and I left you to deal with it and I got you shot, I wasn't fast enough. I could have gotten you killed. It happened because of me, my mistakes, my legacy and you're still paying the price.

[efficacy]

No.

[ She denies sharply, inhaling a small gasp as the vehement huff causes muscles to contract and pain to lance through her side. She pinches her lips for a moment, but her righteous indignation burns brighter than the physical pain, and she forges on. ]

No, it isn't. Don't you say that, Tony. [ She clings tighter to his hand, fingers shaking a little. ]

It was not your fault, it was his. You can't blame yourself for the actions of some lunatic.