He might be a genius, but for all intents and purposes in this situation he is 100% dense. What is she saying to him? By the time she gets to the end of her speach he realizes his mouth is hanging open, and he rushes to close it though it does so with an embarassing click. Even for how bald that was a million more questions spring up and he swallows down another lump in his throat as he forces himself to look directly into her clear, blue eyes.
"I," Tony starts before he's ready to speak, only losing nerve once it's out and feeling even more dumb if that's even possible. He needs a minute. He needs like, no less than twelve minutes. Shit is getting intense inside his head right now. "Oh." He nods, though he still isn't sure what it all means or what he's supposed to say to that. Of course she knows he likes her, doesn't she? That he's attracted to her? His body hadn't exactly been shy about it up until now. But then it hits him -- he's never said the words so maybe she doesn't know. Or maybe she does but she could still need the confirmation. That's what communication is all about, right? He was good at it on the battlefield, but here in this hotel room he is so completely out of his element. Ironically Princess Bubblegum is screaming at Finn right now for not telling her something. He feels chagrinned as he looks down into his lap and tries to piece himself back together.
"I like you, too." His head slowly lifts as he's saying it and there's no wobble in his voice this time. Maybe he's got this, at least for this second. It somehow feels like the greatest declaration he's ever made, though he's certainly been more dramatic a time or two he can think of offhand. This just seems to trump everything else he's ever felt before and he can't explain it. "And you know I... I mean. You're gorgeous." Not that the attraction is purely physical, but he can't be sure that isn't all she means. Is she proposing some sort of friends with benefits arrangement? It's hard for him to imagine a world in which Pepper Potts would willingly take on all of the baggage she'd seen of his in the last month or so.
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Date: 2016-09-11 04:11 am (UTC)"I," Tony starts before he's ready to speak, only losing nerve once it's out and feeling even more dumb if that's even possible. He needs a minute. He needs like, no less than twelve minutes. Shit is getting intense inside his head right now. "Oh." He nods, though he still isn't sure what it all means or what he's supposed to say to that. Of course she knows he likes her, doesn't she? That he's attracted to her? His body hadn't exactly been shy about it up until now. But then it hits him -- he's never said the words so maybe she doesn't know. Or maybe she does but she could still need the confirmation. That's what communication is all about, right? He was good at it on the battlefield, but here in this hotel room he is so completely out of his element. Ironically Princess Bubblegum is screaming at Finn right now for not telling her something. He feels chagrinned as he looks down into his lap and tries to piece himself back together.
"I like you, too." His head slowly lifts as he's saying it and there's no wobble in his voice this time. Maybe he's got this, at least for this second. It somehow feels like the greatest declaration he's ever made, though he's certainly been more dramatic a time or two he can think of offhand. This just seems to trump everything else he's ever felt before and he can't explain it. "And you know I... I mean. You're gorgeous." Not that the attraction is purely physical, but he can't be sure that isn't all she means. Is she proposing some sort of friends with benefits arrangement? It's hard for him to imagine a world in which Pepper Potts would willingly take on all of the baggage she'd seen of his in the last month or so.