[ Though Tony and Hawke get on like a house on fire, that doesn't mean Tony claims to understand half of what goes on in Hawke's head.
That sort of becomes obvious again, while he listens to her ramble.
At first he assumes this is a diversion tactic, though certainly more elaborate than her usual. She could exclaim about the shitty alien weather or insult something Tony said three days ago if she wanted a quick out from his prying questions, but her story starts dragging on too long and too solemn for that to be the reason. She doesn't even bother to look at him while she does it. It's not normal.
So he doesn't interject or ask where this is going - just shuts up and listens, until she gets to the end and it seems the sad tale might be leading into something more. ]
Sounds about right. [ He watches her fingers in the dirt rather than her, lest she feel like a bug that's being pinned to a velvet sheet. ] Depending on how benevolent your oppressing overlords are, of course.
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That sort of becomes obvious again, while he listens to her ramble.
At first he assumes this is a diversion tactic, though certainly more elaborate than her usual. She could exclaim about the shitty alien weather or insult something Tony said three days ago if she wanted a quick out from his prying questions, but her story starts dragging on too long and too solemn for that to be the reason. She doesn't even bother to look at him while she does it. It's not normal.
So he doesn't interject or ask where this is going - just shuts up and listens, until she gets to the end and it seems the sad tale might be leading into something more. ]
Sounds about right. [ He watches her fingers in the dirt rather than her, lest she feel like a bug that's being pinned to a velvet sheet. ] Depending on how benevolent your oppressing overlords are, of course.