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You know what to do.

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[otiosity]

[She gets to her feet too, finally. A little shaky, a comparison of an overly leggy baby deer isn't exactly far off. But she makes her way over to him, standing right in front of him to prevent him from pacing any further.

For a brief moment she looks hard at his face, as if trying to search out some sort of lie or catch. Finding none, she looks at his shoes and then back at up at him.]

This isn't a weird fetish thing, is it? I don't have to sleep on the end of your bed like a dog or anything. Or engage in any funny business. Not that Pepper isn't attractive and I couldn't pleasure her, but it just wouldn't be right.

[This is your chance to say no, Tony. She's waiting for it.]

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First, if you talk about pleasuring Pepper again, I'm gonna have to toss you in a hexagonal crater.

Second, no. I've never engaged in funny business in my entire life.

[ Which is a blatant goddamn lie, but it doesn't matter, because Hawke will take his meaning anyway. He just looks back at her without a hint of doubt in his expression. ]

[otiosity]

[She gets it. In fact, she raises her fist to her mouth to fight back laughter at his threat to toss her into a hexagonal crater. It's just so Tony Stark Specific. Then she catches his eyes again, staring back at her without a hint of doubt, and she feels... well, she doesn't really have a word for it, somewhere between relief and shyness and vulnerability. It's strange. It's so strange but it's nice.]

So you don't like it. And I don't like it. But I'm going to hug you now because it's what the proper thing to do in this situation is. It's really the ideal end cap I think.

[And she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes tightly. She doesn't really care if he hugs her back because hugging him, feeling his stubble against her cheek, the smell of his aftershave, and warmth of his body confirm this is actually real and not some kind of fantasy she created to get herself out of another mess she's made.

Thankfully, she doesn't linger and pulls away after only a moment.]

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[ Well, he -

Hadn't prepared for this outcome, actually. Quips and bad jokes, those are easy, practically the sole language spoken between them. Anxiety attacks and mental breakdowns? Less easy, but still well-worn territory for one Tony Stark, unfortunately.

Hugs? He has no damn clue.

There's a brief moment where he's not really sure what to do or where to put his hands, before he awkwardly settles them on the back and offers a few (comforting??) back pats.

... Nailed it. ]

[otiosity]

[Is Tony... patting her back? Yes, yes, he is.]

This is awkward.

[She announces before she pulls away and instead slings a lazy arm around his shoulders like they're just having a casual friendly conversation and nothing serious. She's fine. Well, she's going to be fine. Eventually.]

Let's promise to never do that again. Casual interactions only.

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Announcing the awkwardness of a thing just makes it more awkward.

[ Learn this shit, Hawke. Still, he relaxes slightly as her arm settles around his shoulders. Back on steady, familiar territory. ]

But sure, absolutely. Let's just forget this whole night ever happened.

[otiosity]

I guess we're just going to have to embrace being awkward.

[She keeps her grip around his shoulders firm, like there's a fear if she lets up, he'll vanish from her.]

Except the light up hot tub. I was promised that and I'm not going to forget it.

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[ He doesn't pull away, or give any indication that he's itching to; he thinks of all the times Rhodey or Pepper's grounding presence has kept him from tipping back over the edge when he's particularly wound up, and while he's hardly qualified to be on the other end of that equation, he'll manage. For Hawke. ]

Fortunately for you, I've got four. Actually I might just give you one, since I know there's gonna be more barf in it than I care to contemplate.

[otiosity]

I'll take my own hot tub then. I'll invite all my new friends over and we'll spend time there. It will be the fun hot tub. Pepper will want to spend all her time with me. Dum-E too.

[She glances down briefly at her feet, as if unsure that they're going to support her or even move when she wants them to, before taking a cautious step forward and then another. She's still unsteady but some of her confidence is coming back.]

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[ Tony follows along as casually and leisurely as possible, while determining how much more he's gonna have to tip the pool boys who service the tubs. ]

Great. I'll order a pizza and make sure none of them go anywhere near Pepper's art collection. A true party.

[otiosity]

Order us pizza too. I don't know how to order pizza. Or what pizza is but let me tell you, it's really been built up. Going to be hard to meet those standards.

But yes, bring us pizza we might let you spend some time with us. As long as you manage to act normal and don't talk about boring things like robots.

[Bit by bit, Hawke is slowly coming back to normal. There's color in her face again and her voice doesn't shake with false cheeriness.]

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[ He refrains from pointing out that the hot tub itself is a robot. ]

I promise that you would not remotely like me if I acted normal.

[otiosity]

I think I have to look long and hard at myself and commit to the fact that I think I like you no matter what.

[Pats his shoulder like that's a thing she feels sorry for him about.]

[arcreact]

[ That would make her one of the few. He's not likely to forget that fact, not anytime soon. ]

My deepest condolences.

[ Before this can get too sappy, he jerks his thumb towards the circle of tents and fires that make up the makeshift camp they'd stumbled away from. Everyone else will already be there, sleeping or not-sleeping, but a comforting congregation nonetheless. The chill of the lonely night air is starting to truly make itself known. ]

Now that we've had A Moment, let's go back and go the hell to sleep. We're probably gonna have to walk another few million miles tomorrow.

[otiosity]

I'll survive.

[She replies in a mock grave voice. Then as he suggests sleeping, she suddenly realizes that she feels completely exhausted. So tired that she could just curl up next to some of the rocks and sleep deep into the next day.

She yawns, rubs at her eyes, and then reaches over to casually throw her arm over his shoulders as she takes a step back towards camp.]

You mean I'll sleep and you'll stay up late connecting wire bits to other metal bits while contemplating our state in the universe.