It was not fine, and Tony was trying to build them away from this conversation, especially before Reeve's gentleness inevitably kicked in and he was doing this twisted reassurance for the position that Tony had put him in-- that was really not fine. And especially because Tony couldn't exactly cast him off, either; he folded both hands over Reeve's on his knee, trying vainly to press that warming balm deeper to reach the sick chill in his chest. It was kind of him to have thought far enough ahead to skip over including Tony entirely in this decision not to date, it saved them both the frustration of Tony having to warn him off, but Tony didn't know what it was that made Reeve think he had to share his conclusions. Maybe it came from the same place that made him tell Tony about the compatibility thing instead of just acting on it. "You say more than you show," Tony muttered, an incredibly belated observation for how much he obsessed over how Reeve expressed himself, and for being one of those incompatibilities that Reeve had obviously already figured out long ago. "Smart man," Tony added, as though he had connected those two thoughts at all for Reeve, head tilted in affectionate admiration.
With a deep breath to prepare himself, Tony uncurled again, releasing Reeve's hand to stretch his legs out and drop his head back against the console. "Don't worry about me, I can do this with my eyes closed. See?" He smiled, eyes closed as promised, as though Reeve could actually see Tony was doing anything other than sitting on the floor while he knit their communicator network back together carefully around the fickle framework of the Agrii ship.
"Words are better armor than I can normally afford," Reeve shrugs.
He would move closer, or move away, but the hands on his knee feel like an anchor. Like he shouldn't go elsewhere. Which he can accept. But then... then the man is moving away just a bit. Was it wrong that he hated the distance? Yep. So he just moves to lean against Tony. A little.
There was no need to be shy about it; Tony gladly raised his arm to welcome Reeve closer as long as he was still offering it, not about to squander his limited time. He draped it heavily around Reeve's neck to pull him against Tony's shoulder, the press of him against Tony's side the first thing to ease the crackling nerves where he touched since they had landed, and making Tony release a breath that it felt like he had been holding in anticipation of that relief. It had been easier to ignore the bone deep need to find a drink while holding James, and Tony didn't want to examine too closely that it might have just been body heat that was soothing. "How's your hand?" he asked quietly. "If we have to amputate and bench you, this game is going to get a lot harder. Lots left to do. There better be a jacuzzi on my ship by the time we leave here. You think I can do that on my own? These alien components are mystifying."
It's nice. So nice. The comfort, the proximity, it's soothing. And Reeve is so very, very tired. So he relaxes, truly relaxes against Tony, and closes his eyes. Just for a moment.
"No amputation needed. I've done a lot worse to myself. Though normally with cure spells to help with it. And there is no way your ship is getting a jacuzzi when it could be on mine."
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With a deep breath to prepare himself, Tony uncurled again, releasing Reeve's hand to stretch his legs out and drop his head back against the console. "Don't worry about me, I can do this with my eyes closed. See?" He smiled, eyes closed as promised, as though Reeve could actually see Tony was doing anything other than sitting on the floor while he knit their communicator network back together carefully around the fickle framework of the Agrii ship.
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He would move closer, or move away, but the hands on his knee feel like an anchor. Like he shouldn't go elsewhere. Which he can accept. But then... then the man is moving away just a bit. Was it wrong that he hated the distance? Yep. So he just moves to lean against Tony. A little.
"Talented man, Tony. Very talented."
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"No amputation needed. I've done a lot worse to myself. Though normally with cure spells to help with it. And there is no way your ship is getting a jacuzzi when it could be on mine."