[ Steve swallows around a lump in his throat that he doesn't really want to admit is there. Tony looks so small and defeated, stripped bare of all the masks and walls he uses to keep the world at bay. Something in him wants to say let me in, Tony, but, no, he doesn't have that right anymore. Won't ever have it again, probably, and he deserves that.
Instead, he takes a step toward him, holding his hands out as- what, a peace offering? He's not really sure. ]
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Instead, he takes a step toward him, holding his hands out as- what, a peace offering? He's not really sure. ]
Yeah. Me too.
[ Say the words, you idiot. ]
I'm sorry.