[ooc: I would LOVE to get to see your new place and YOU TWO and scrapbook and JINX and everything! We'll have to figure out some kind of hang out with all four of us once you guys are settled in. Agnes and I have been talking about getting a place together, a single, but we need to save up that kind of downpayment first because I'm not about to go through the total insanity of trying to sell this place AND find a new place AND have them kind of line up... but I also said I wouldn't go in on a house with someone until we're married. XD]
Even if Bruce wouldn't be the kind to admit it, Tony wasn't the only one who was touch-starved. Bruce lived in that perpetual state, always afraid of anyone getting close enough to touch him but needing it, badly, really ever since the death of his mother. He enjoyed the hug, even if he grunted slightly at the sudden tightened hold before Tony pulled back.
Then his brows shot right up at that. So Tony was back to drinking that much? "I'm good." He didn't say 'but' or 'Tony you shouldn't', at least not aloud, though his gaze hung on Tony with a look that spoke it for him. He worried about the other, even if he knew well enough that he wasn't Tony's mother to judge him for it. Tony's drinking had severely lightened up when they had been together in the Tower.
"What exactly did he do now?" changing the conversation ever-so-slightly, though he did give a quiet look of amusement in DUM-E's direction. He knew Tony loved all of his creations like they were his children (which, in many ways, they were) even if he berated poor DUM-E on the regular... but the machine was aptly named.
Wait a second.
"What 'boy wonder' are you talking about?" Remembering that, suddenly, from the opening speech Tony had made about what had been going on around here. Tony didn't get involved with children very often unless he was wearing an Iron Man suit and usually even then only from a distance or by throwing money and resources at a problem.
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Even if Bruce wouldn't be the kind to admit it, Tony wasn't the only one who was touch-starved. Bruce lived in that perpetual state, always afraid of anyone getting close enough to touch him but needing it, badly, really ever since the death of his mother. He enjoyed the hug, even if he grunted slightly at the sudden tightened hold before Tony pulled back.
Then his brows shot right up at that. So Tony was back to drinking that much? "I'm good." He didn't say 'but' or 'Tony you shouldn't', at least not aloud, though his gaze hung on Tony with a look that spoke it for him. He worried about the other, even if he knew well enough that he wasn't Tony's mother to judge him for it. Tony's drinking had severely lightened up when they had been together in the Tower.
"What exactly did he do now?" changing the conversation ever-so-slightly, though he did give a quiet look of amusement in DUM-E's direction. He knew Tony loved all of his creations like they were his children (which, in many ways, they were) even if he berated poor DUM-E on the regular... but the machine was aptly named.
Wait a second.
"What 'boy wonder' are you talking about?" Remembering that, suddenly, from the opening speech Tony had made about what had been going on around here. Tony didn't get involved with children very often unless he was wearing an Iron Man suit and usually even then only from a distance or by throwing money and resources at a problem.