[ He doesn't look directly at first. His eyes blinking and glancing down quickly at a failed attempt to catch where that other hand was going. He thinks: it's just a game, right? Tony's not doing anything. Leaving a mark that might not even stick for long enough to be noticed because he doesn't bruise so easily.
He let out a tiny breath and looked him in the eyes with his own. big and hopeful but lost. tragically so since it's not the same as when he has something to distract himself with. You plan or hit something and can focus. He doesn't miss the blood or the war or the guns-- people, places- home. There's only one person here with any connection to it.
Tony's so close right now. He keeps looking at him and then it didn't seem like a game at all with those warm hands cupping his neck. Oh. ]
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He let out a tiny breath and looked him in the eyes with his own. big and hopeful but lost. tragically so since it's not the same as when he has something to distract himself with. You plan or hit something and can focus. He doesn't miss the blood or the war or the guns-- people, places- home. There's only one person here with any connection to it.
Tony's so close right now. He keeps looking at him and then it didn't seem like a game at all with those warm hands cupping his neck. Oh. ]
All the time.