[ Is he okay? Probably not. But he doesn't feel like he has any right to it. Not when Nate's in the position he's in, and not when Pepper's right here, in arm's reach, alive and breathing and glowing with as much life as ever.
He feels a nasty twinge of guilt at that - Pepper can't be having a good time with this, either, and here he's been holed up in the shop all day. Damn.
To her second question, he offers a vague shrug, but to her first... ]
Yeah, about that...
[ He flicks his hand in the direction of the workbench and requests JARVIS wrap things up for the night, which earns a quiet and equally solemn "of course, sir." Then he stands, stretches - a few things pop, a testament to how long he's been hunched over that table - before he turns back to Pepper and slips his hand into one of those fluffy pockets, squeezing the hand hidden there. ]
Bedtime, yeah?
[ Not that he really thinks he can sleep, but some solitude with Pepper might be what he needs more than anything, right now. ]
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He feels a nasty twinge of guilt at that - Pepper can't be having a good time with this, either, and here he's been holed up in the shop all day. Damn.
To her second question, he offers a vague shrug, but to her first... ]
Yeah, about that...
[ He flicks his hand in the direction of the workbench and requests JARVIS wrap things up for the night, which earns a quiet and equally solemn "of course, sir." Then he stands, stretches - a few things pop, a testament to how long he's been hunched over that table - before he turns back to Pepper and slips his hand into one of those fluffy pockets, squeezing the hand hidden there. ]
Bedtime, yeah?
[ Not that he really thinks he can sleep, but some solitude with Pepper might be what he needs more than anything, right now. ]