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[From the first moment the video is on, it's clear Reeve hasn't had NEARLY enough sleep. But isn't that just his way? Still, he looks positively exhausted today, and the video includes Mini-C pushing a cup of something steaming to Reeve's hand. The man doesn't even seem to notice as he lifts it and takes a hearty sip before starting.]

Good afternoon all. I would like to let everyone know that through the diligent work of several individuals here, power has been restored to a larger portion of the city. Please extend your thanks to Tony, Echo, and Cal for all their hard work.

[Reeve himself does not wish thanks. He just wishes to keep working.]

There have been some issues, of course. There are, as always, issues with breaks in the power supply network. Therefore we ask for your help and feedback. If there are buildings you are finding have issues with power supply, please advise me, or drop a physical message at the Restoration Committee building, just south east of the fountain. There are likely areas we still need to work on power lines to, and it will take time for us to survey to figure out where they are.

Also, I would like to offer myself as assistance to anyone whose ship currently lacks an engineer. I've been trying to do what I can for the damage in our crash landing, however I've only been able to deal with external issues on the ships I cannot access.

[Another long sip of his water.]

Of course, with water and power in a better place now than it was when we arrived, my question becomes what projects of comfort we might turn to here in Temba. Yes, I know our greater goal of returning home, but I find myself in need of projects.

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Oh, Reeve knew he couldn't juggle. Why try when he'd only embarrass himself? And probably hurt himself.

"I could think of a lot of things sexier than juggling, Tony," Reeve counters with a smirk. "Like a man who can cook."

Prepared for Reeve to come up with something goofier than juggling to be impressed by, Tony let out a chuckle anyway when he was surprised by a more genuine counter that he really should have anticipated better, coming from Reeve. He clutched his hand to his heart then, considering this talent very seriously, and pretty sure he hadn't had many people cook for him as a seduction technique so he wasn't sure how impressed he would be by it. "Or..." he offered instead, as long as they were describing their dream date, "someone who can sing." He closed his eyes dreamily, then jabbed a finger in the air to conjure, "Maybe while they're cooking breakfast, that's dangerous, all of those people are already married, first person who got that treatment locked them down."

Why be goofy? Reeve knows what he finds hot, and he's confident in saying that.

"A breakfast of crepes and fruit. Maybe add in some fresh cut fruit, and high class coffee," Reeve suggests, smiling to himself. Yes, he can agree with this opinion.

Crepes were fine, but it was the coffee that had Tony touching his heart with a grin again, definitely on board with being treated to an excellent cup at this point. This place was really doing something to his standards which were, admittedly, pretty intractable to start with. Following up on that with his sole coffee dealer who made it very clear he found Tony too irritating to seduce, though, sounded dangerous, so Tony pointed out, "Do you really have time for all of that, though? I'd rather fuck again before I have to go to work, grab a breakfast sandwich on the way. Maybe a cook isn't for me, I've got places to be."

Reeve was an addict to caffeine, he absolutely could not imagine a romance back home where his partner didn't ensure he was in coffee.

As for seduction, Tony really needed to understand that Reeve would never try and seduce Tony, not while Jon was around. He liked living, thank you very much. And while Reeve was content with casual lovers, Jon was possessive. Understandably.

"I would make time for a lover, Tony. Maybe not for myself, but for someone I cared for? Always."

Hell, he was quite fond of Tony, which explained a lot. The friend line had been drawn. That didn't change the fact that he'd make himself available for his friend.

For what it was worth, Jon had evidently taken a bullet for Reeve because Tony tipped his head only briefly as he considered maybe not admitting, "I've never been very good at that." And it wasn't that he didn't know very well that it was frustrating, so he shot a small, apologetic smile Reeve's way for managing to be disappointing in concept before he continued, "The first time I got engaged, I was young, I was head over heels, but my parents had just died so I was suddenly in charge of this whole company, and then I--the Avengers happened, and I was so involved with them, between those two things I didn't really have a life of my own. So, she ended it, not in anger or anything, it's just that she understood...I was never going to be that, for her. You'd think I'd figure it out after that, huh?" He twirled a finger by his ear, obviously not, rolling his eyes and letting Reeve guess how many times he'd proposed since that first try, and still hadn't shown up here with a ring on his finger.

"No, I don't," Reeve assures Tony.

Here was the problem after all. The two of them could never be anything but carnal, because they were far too alike in some ways, and far too different in others. But not in the right ways. Their baggage didn't work together, their pieces didn't fit together in the proper manner.

"You're a complex man, Tony. That doesn't make who you are or what you bring to those you love wrong."

"Doesn't it?" Tony asked with a skeptical twist of his mouth, not looking for an answer as much as he was claiming at least a little bit of self-awareness. After all, Reeve made it sound incredibly easy--of course you would want to make time for the people you cared for, and Tony had certainly gone out of his way to make time for plenty of things he really cared about. Reeve himself had made it clear that Tony didn't know how to treat people after Jon had unleashed his anger on him. "We don't all deserve that fella who's going to make us coffee and crepes, but if you find him, you better hang onto him, because you do. You let me know, I'll make him a shock collar so he can't get too far."

"A shock collar is ethically questionable," Reeve counters, but he sounds so sad and tired.

IT's been too long, Tony. He doesn't happen to hold out hope. At all. There is a point where you stop having aspirations toward that happy life.

"I'm not the sort to wait around for crepes either."

Either Tony was very good at making Reeve sad, or he just really wanted to be tonight, but Tony felt his shoulders dropping with some surrender to that mood once more before slinging an arm around Reeve, bumping into him until they found their rhythm to walk together. "What happened to 'I would make time', what are you trying to do to me?" he pushed.

"I was trying to be idealistic and inspiring," Reeve admits, shaking his head. "Forgive me. I'm tired, and I tend to be a bit fatalistic when fatigued."

And he's trying his best to avoid it.

"I'll be happy when we get the Agrii safely back here on their planet."

They were both going to be fatalistic if they pursued the idea of the Agrii ever actually settling back on the surface, and what that meant for their he rows, so Tony tipped his head to allow for a vague, sure, maybe, instead of how he thought that reality would manifest for them. Instead, he suggested, "We'll have to work on what can make you happy until then." Especially if getting the Agrii back safe wasn't going to happen, Reeve was going to need some alternatives. Tony gestured to the looming building that Jon didn't call a library as they came upon it, adding, "Spend more time with the people that do," since that was all he was really trying to suggest when Reeve invited him over, and give another apologetic smile for not quite being that resource for Reeve. "Put them to work, too, if you think you need an excuse. I'm sure Cayde would be great at figuring out what alien buttons do."

"I'll talk to Cayde," Reeve promises as the building becomes very obvious. He moves to lean forward, kissing Tony's forehead. There you go, Stark. Some affection.

"Go home to your man. He must miss your presence."

Tony was far more self-conscious about actually receiving that affection than he was about doling it out, making him freeze anxiously until Reeve drew away, then try to smile and shrug away the heat he could feel in his face. He must have done something good tonight to have deserved that, so he quickly and obediently skipped away before he did anything to demolish the good will, hand raised in farewell and smirking as he mused, "'He must miss your presence', he says, trying to pass me off so he wasn't the one dealing with all of that presence."

He couldn't have taken it all that personally, though, because he was singing before he reached the doors, something in what Reeve had said picking a tune out of the archives of Tony's brain, "Oh, soon, a little cottage will find us. Safe, with all our cares far behind us..." It went on echoing behind him as Tony made his way deeper into the library, fading into a mournful sigh through the empty hallways.

"You know I like your company," Reeve calls after the other man. But he has no intention of stealing too much of the other man's time. But he doesn't trust either of them, not enough. And knows Jon doesn't trust him at all.

But the singing leaves Reeve smiling as he walks away.

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