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[ If you think everything through all the time life gets boring, right? Though her life philosophy could more be described as 'roll with the punches no seriously keep rolling with them you're about to get decked jesus fuck move faster'. She's adapting that to a more socially acceptable form of spontaneity is good for you. Anyways, he's got her now. His senses can try to get fucked up but she'll untangle them. ]

Gonna bring science into it now, huh?

I am present. Science was already brought. Science was totally here already. [ Absent-minded but appropriate tapping of the reactor under his shirt. It makes a muffled tink sound. ] Science is great. Should always be here.

[ It's a sound she's quite accustomed to now. Even the variations on it, really. It sounds different when he's doing it as a nervous gesture than it does when he's simply tapping it for emphasis, like now. ] I think we have a greater percentage of science being a thing than most people, definitely.

[ He keeps tapping out something vaguely arrhythmic on the cover as he sits and goes on. ] Lots of science. I like it. We should be more of a thing more often. With the science and stuff. What were we talking about before this?

[ She shakes her head at him, the hand not in his hair lifting to make a gesture of 'who knows' before she lets it rest back on his shoulder. ] I'm not really sure what you're getting at with we should be more of a thing with the science and stuff. We were talking about how I look better here than I do anywhere else.

[ Just a sort of amused noise at first. ] Neither do I. [ It's totally not a giggle. Maybe a little more than a huff. ] You look better than everything else. Conversation solved.

[ Man he is just. He is so very drunk. It's amusing her in turn. ] Yeah? That's some compliment. I think I can go with that.

[ He is very drunk, yes. He'd been home for a while before texting her. ] Good, because, I'd just tell you again anyway. So it's good that you'll go with that.

[ She'd think she needs to talk to JARVIS about alerting if Tony comes home and just starts drinking immediately, but based on tonight maybe he'll just hit levels where he texts her instead of doing anything stupid. It could work, she supposes. ] Would you? Maybe I won't agree anymore so you do.

Now that's... [ He makes a gesture towards her that was probably supposed to be pointing his finger at her but... mostly wasn't. ] That's sssneaky. And underhanded. If you wanted compliments all you have to do is ask for 'em.

I can be extremely underhanded, something you're normally more aware of. [ She catches his finger with her free hand, twines their fingers together for a little bit. ] So if I were to ask for compliments right now, you would say?

[ Aww, that just gets a silly grin on his face for a moment as he regards their hands. Then he tries to use his hand to gesture to her, which doesn't work that well because his hand is connected to hers still. Oh well. ] If you asked for them right now, I would say that you were digging, and that's good because you're so smart, and then I'd say that I like your sneaky, and your jaw, and hips, and how you hang around and talk to Dummy every now and then and don't get angry when I do... This. [ He tries to gesture to himself that time and it still doesn't go any better, but he doesn't want to let go of her hand anyway. ] I could give you a lot of compliments.

[ Right at this moment she is having so much difficulty seeing how people ever find it difficult to deal with Tony while he's drunk because he's just being kind of adorable right now. Kind of very adorable, and tangled up with her a bit, and she's okay with both of those instances very much. They're very nice circumstances. And now he's even complimenting her, which granted she totally asked for but it's still got this weird warm feeling in her chest associated with it, because he likes her and tangible reasons are just good, she can understand tangible reasons for things easiest. Her smile is easy and light, laughing just a little bit. He can probably feel the tremors of it in her stomach muscles. ] You haven't done anything worth being angry at so far tonight. [ And very softly. ] Thank you.

[ He waves his hands again - both of them this time, since one of them seems to be occupied and he figures he'll try both of them to make sure the gesture happens at all. ] It doesn't usually go this well. This is going very well, actually. I blame you, personally. I think last time I was this drunk I blew up most of my house and had a fight with my best friend. That was actually most of the reason the house... Exploded. But I was dying so it was different. Not because the house blew up - I mean, I was already dying by then. So this is - this is going well. That feels funny, you should keep doing that, what are you doing, are you - you're welcome - are you laughing at me?

[ One of them is definitely occupied, okay, she's not letting go. She likes holding hands with him, it's good. ] Well you're not dying now. [ Or ever, if she has any say in it, okay. Never. ] I'm laughing a little, but not really at you. More at. Being happy.

[ He's not used to holding hands with people. He's not used to being this openly affectionate with people. Yeah, sure, occasionally, but not with any actual meaning behind it. Not that there's any particular meaning about this. ]

You're laughing at being happy? I mean, I agree, it's a dumb idea, who's happy? But people usually laugh because of happy. Happiness. I think. I'm not sure.

[ Yeah, she's actually not at all. She might seek it now that she has the option, but that she does have the option and doesn't feel self conscious and uncertain about it anymore is a really nice feeling. ]

We're happy. [ And she can be pretty confident about that too, also weird. ] Because of being happy, then. I just phrased it wrong.

We are? Both of us? [ It's asked in the same way that a drunken person asks another drunken person about something they've just said because it was something that they thought of but had previously been unsure of, and they need the added confirmation. He's known she'd been happier than she'd been beforehand, before him, but as to actually being happy? Unclear.

As for himself, he rarely knows where he stands with things at any given point. ] That was confusing. You shouldn't be so confusing, okay, I'm drunk. No more confusing.

Well, I am. [ It's a rather understated and self depreciating way to say what is, in actuality, a very important statement, because he's right, happier versus happy is a pretty big difference and for a while she was simply sticking with happier, too cautious to admit to happiness. But now - she's just happy. Right now, with him, and she looks back at the preceding days and she's been happy for the majority of them too, and it's good.

She makes a soothing noise and returns to petting his hair slow and sure, nods. ] Okay, no more confusing. I'll make sure to say everything very clearly.

[ He seems to consider the first part until she pats his hair again, at which point he then seems duly placated by all the 'confusing' things. ] Deal.

[ And he just sort of enjoys her hands in his hair again for a little while, but does add a minute or so later: ] I'm glad you're happy. Can't always tell those things. People are good at faking.

I'd shake on it, but. Wait. [ It's a little awkward, but she can do a sort of shaking gesture with their intertwined hands for just a moment.

For a moment she just lies there and hums, quiet and gentle but enough to vibrate in her stomach, but she stops when he adds that for a little bit, even if her hand doesn't. ] I'm not good at faking with you. [ Casual and light, and then she starts humming again. ]

[ He's amused by that, she gets another totally-not-a-giggle. But he also likes the humming. It feels funny, and it's loud. Louder when he lets his head roll further to the side and sits a little higher so he can rest on her better. She's a great pillow. ]

You're a great pillow.

[ She can't even believe how utterly hilarious that noise is, seriously, it's just - it's such a great noise. She smiles down at him, keeps humming inbetween speaking. ]

Yeah? That's good, I put a lot of hours of training into that.

[ shut up it is not ]

Did you? [ He makes a vaguely thoughtful sound, considering this. Then settles again. ] Time well spent.

[ it's delightful ]

I totally did. [ She's pretty sure actually she could fall asleep like this, if necessary. Him resting on her is surprisingly comfortable. ] Thank you, I appreciate your appreciation.

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