[Normally, he really would be happy for Tony, but talking about happy relationships isn't what he needs to hear right now, not when he can almost see lips as red as the blood dripping from his hand. He desperately wants to, but at the same time, he has the feeling that pushing too far will break him entirely.]
Congratulations, [he forces out.] But I really need you to talk about something else.
Jealous? Okay, we'll switch gears. [ tony clicks his tongue, slogging through topics in his mind. something besides "hey, what's rattlin' your noggin?" the goal's away from that, stark, he scolds his curiosity. ] I could talk about jazz if I actually knew much about jazz. I don't even know who played that song, [ he hums, mainly to himself, but jarvis faithfully informs him, "hypnotic brass ensemble, sir," anyway. ] See? I had no idea. But I do have ideas about landmine detection. GPSAR is so last year...
[ from there tony regales simba of the tale of the magna-drone, his invention to not only detect hidden landmines but also safely remove them, including how its origin was about saving mine-sniffing dogs in kubal. works like a charm, naturally, but try convincing the board the virtue of cleaning up third-world provinces and they stick their fingers in their ears. not that that stops tony. ]
[Tony's words wash over him, and he doesn't understand a damn thing he's saying, and it helps. His head still hurts, but it's just echoes of the pain from earlier, a lasting reminder of things he shouldn't do - like a burn from touching a hot stove.
Slowly, he uncurls into a more normal sitting position, his back resting against the wall, and his breathing returns to normal. His eyes are still shut, but his face is relaxed now, the tension gradually ebbing.]
You mind grabbing me some water?
[His voice is still quiet, but now it just sounds tired.]
... Sure. Back with me? I've valiantly hung onto my buzz, but this has done a real number on it. [ tony smirks before he stands–just another of his jokes. kneeling again, he offers a filled glass. ]
[Normally, he might roll his eyes, but he barely has the energy to crack one eye open and take the glass from Tony, draining it in a single gulp.]
Sorry.
[He droops a little. Tony had been having a really good night - something that's rare for him - and he'd gone and ruined it by being him. It's not much of a surprise, but it sure as hell makes him feel bad. All Tony had wanted to do was include him in the celebration.]
Morning-me will thank you, actually. So would Pepper, if she knew you existed. The hangover won't be as vicious. [ tony nods at simba's hand. ] I should look at your paw.
[He opens his hand, and, yeah, it's kind of a mess. He makes a face at it. Good job, dumbass. Most of the glass is too small - relatively speaking - for him to pick out himself, and the smaller wounds have already scabbed over. He has no doubt there's glass splinters in those wounds, too. Even the thick skin of his hands isn't enough to save him from the amount of pressure he'd been able to apply.]
We'll have to go to the shop. Need good light and tweezers.
[Bright light is about the last thing he wants right now, but he knows it's necessary.]
[ "i'm fine. first aid first," tony says, waving off simba's concern about his blood-alcohol level. he commands jarvis to switch the lights back to default and to send dum-e here to clean up the mess. ]
Lemme see, [ tony orders and crooks his fingers for simba to hold his paw out. he's the self-appointed medical professional here. he'll be the judge of how to render the best aid, thank you. ]
[He extends his wounded hand to Tony, palm up. The blood is tacky and drying, dark on the tough skin of his palm. The worst damage is on the furred undersides of the fingers that had been wrapped around the bottle, but the strength of his grip means that there are some glass shards lodged in his palm, too. The pieces vary in size, and some of the smaller wounds seem to have closed already - even with glass still in them.]
I think a thorn is more traditional, but-
[He can't remember what that's from right now, anyway.]
[ tony's already reviewing the damage with a sympathetic wince, simba's paw dwarfing his hand beneath it. his gaze skips on the already-closed wounds, followed by a glance up at the gion, before he says, ] Yup, your verdict's sound. Let's go before any more shards get entombed and I have to cut them out.
[His voice is dry as dust, but entirely serious. He clambers to his feet - not as graceful as he might normally be, between the wounded hand throwing him off and his emotional state being slightly off-kilter. He still feels a little light-headed, a little off.]
I'd offer you a hand up, but under the circumstances- [He waves his uninjured hand vaguely and apologetically.] You're on your own.
[ tony stands faster than simba, actually, with only the slightest wobble. as simba clambers to his feet tony holds out a hand, just in case the big guy stumbles–as if he could withstand the gion's sheer size and weight. whatever. thought that counts. ] Yeah, I seem to be the steadier one at the moment, [ he observes. ] That happen every time you try to visit memory lane?
[ he nods to the door. follow him out; they can walk and talk. tony's gait is as strong as usual, despite the drinking. he sobers quickly when he wants to. after they leave, jarvis shuts off everything behind them. ]
[He follows Tony, holding his hand up and cradling it with his good hand, keeping both close to his chest. If his fur gets bloody, that's still better than dripping it on the floor, he reckons.]
Some things I can remember all right - movies and baseball games and books, stuff like that. A few things about my life. But if I try too hard to dig into things, then my head hurts. So I usually don't.
[Like the shield he still has carefully hidden in his closet. It's important, but he tries not to look at it or think about it.]
Never had it come on me like that before, but when it's just me, it's kinda hard to just stumble across something like that, you know? I- I couldn't even tell you what topics to avoid 'cause I have no idea what could cause that. Usually I have a bit of warning first before it feels like someone's stabbing my brain with a meat cleaver.
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Congratulations, [he forces out.] But I really need you to talk about something else.
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[ from there tony regales simba of the tale of the magna-drone, his invention to not only detect hidden landmines but also safely remove them, including how its origin was about saving mine-sniffing dogs in kubal. works like a charm, naturally, but try convincing the board the virtue of cleaning up third-world provinces and they stick their fingers in their ears. not that that stops tony. ]
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Slowly, he uncurls into a more normal sitting position, his back resting against the wall, and his breathing returns to normal. His eyes are still shut, but his face is relaxed now, the tension gradually ebbing.]
You mind grabbing me some water?
[His voice is still quiet, but now it just sounds tired.]
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Sorry.
[He droops a little. Tony had been having a really good night - something that's rare for him - and he'd gone and ruined it by being him. It's not much of a surprise, but it sure as hell makes him feel bad. All Tony had wanted to do was include him in the celebration.]
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[He opens his hand, and, yeah, it's kind of a mess. He makes a face at it. Good job, dumbass. Most of the glass is too small - relatively speaking - for him to pick out himself, and the smaller wounds have already scabbed over. He has no doubt there's glass splinters in those wounds, too. Even the thick skin of his hands isn't enough to save him from the amount of pressure he'd been able to apply.]
We'll have to go to the shop. Need good light and tweezers.
[Bright light is about the last thing he wants right now, but he knows it's necessary.]
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Lemme see, [ tony orders and crooks his fingers for simba to hold his paw out. he's the self-appointed medical professional here. he'll be the judge of how to render the best aid, thank you. ]
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I think a thorn is more traditional, but-
[He can't remember what that's from right now, anyway.]
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[His voice is dry as dust, but entirely serious. He clambers to his feet - not as graceful as he might normally be, between the wounded hand throwing him off and his emotional state being slightly off-kilter. He still feels a little light-headed, a little off.]
I'd offer you a hand up, but under the circumstances- [He waves his uninjured hand vaguely and apologetically.] You're on your own.
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[ he nods to the door. follow him out; they can walk and talk. tony's gait is as strong as usual, despite the drinking. he sobers quickly when he wants to. after they leave, jarvis shuts off everything behind them. ]
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Some things I can remember all right - movies and baseball games and books, stuff like that. A few things about my life. But if I try too hard to dig into things, then my head hurts. So I usually don't.
[Like the shield he still has carefully hidden in his closet. It's important, but he tries not to look at it or think about it.]
Never had it come on me like that before, but when it's just me, it's kinda hard to just stumble across something like that, you know? I- I couldn't even tell you what topics to avoid 'cause I have no idea what could cause that. Usually I have a bit of warning first before it feels like someone's stabbing my brain with a meat cleaver.