"I don't even drink anymore..." It's carried on the tail end of a thought he perhaps didn't mean to vocalize. Steve is doing that thing again. Tony sighs and gives him a little space, realizing he's holding just a little too tightly to be comfy for either of them.
"I know you don't always feel like you belong here. That's normal. At least, I've read it is." A smile flickers over his face so briefly it might never have been there. He's so not the pep talk guy. "But if you're grateful then I'm -- gratefuler. Gratefulest. The most grateful is me, okay. English is a fucking stupid language that has like, three hundred thousand words and I don't even have one for what I am because..." He takes in a sharp breath, tipping his temple against Steve's. When did he stop questioning this? He's not sure he even wants to pinpoint the answer, but still the query remains. When did he so induct Steve as his family that he dismissed all other options? "Because I'm never gonna stop needing you either, okay?"
Tony's hand fists lightly in the fabric of Steve's sleep shirt, sighing against the other man's face. They're brothers now, teammates. He doesn't turn his back on people once he's taken them in, and Steve knows that. There are some traits he's not reluctant to share with his father.
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Date: 2015-02-08 06:52 am (UTC)"I know you don't always feel like you belong here. That's normal. At least, I've read it is." A smile flickers over his face so briefly it might never have been there. He's so not the pep talk guy. "But if you're grateful then I'm -- gratefuler. Gratefulest. The most grateful is me, okay. English is a fucking stupid language that has like, three hundred thousand words and I don't even have one for what I am because..." He takes in a sharp breath, tipping his temple against Steve's. When did he stop questioning this? He's not sure he even wants to pinpoint the answer, but still the query remains. When did he so induct Steve as his family that he dismissed all other options? "Because I'm never gonna stop needing you either, okay?"
Tony's hand fists lightly in the fabric of Steve's sleep shirt, sighing against the other man's face. They're brothers now, teammates. He doesn't turn his back on people once he's taken them in, and Steve knows that. There are some traits he's not reluctant to share with his father.