[ That-- that isn't a lie. Tony wishes it were a lie, that there was something less than honesty in Steve's voice because this? This feels too much like forgiveness and Tony-- Tony isn't sure he deserves that. Isn't sure that he can handle being forgiven, he has been with this weight of guilt for so long, he thinks it might be the only thing keeping him tied to the ground but now.
Now he apparently has Steve's arms around him and fuck. Steve's arms aren't enough to keep him together, not this time. Tony shatters apart; it starts as nothing, a hitch in his breathing as Steve sets them down on the couch and then-- then there are hands in his hair and fuck it, Tony's done, fraying at the seams and shaking apart with silent noises of grief and guilt and relief as he collapses in on himself.
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Now he apparently has Steve's arms around him and fuck. Steve's arms aren't enough to keep him together, not this time. Tony shatters apart; it starts as nothing, a hitch in his breathing as Steve sets them down on the couch and then-- then there are hands in his hair and fuck it, Tony's done, fraying at the seams and shaking apart with silent noises of grief and guilt and relief as he collapses in on himself.
I'm here.
And fuck if Tony didn't want him to just stay.]