[And here is the championship trials of trying to figure out what it was Thor might have told him off-screen. The default assumption is still that Loki's fucking with him, of course. God of Mischief, right? Fucking with people is going to be for Loki like respiratory functions are to the average yeast cell. Or, you know. Courting homicidal supervillains, if you happen to be a narcissist with your own set of weird guilt complexes.
In spite of the alcohol, Tony feels his heartbeat kick up a notch. Riding the fear-cadence of reminder. He got past the Acute Stress Disorder symptoms at this point, mostly, plenty of inadvertent exposure therapy, plenty of actual discourse. It took the sting out of the memories, but it still isn't particularly fun to think about.]
A week.
[He doesn't think about what it'll mean, if he is wrong.]
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In spite of the alcohol, Tony feels his heartbeat kick up a notch. Riding the fear-cadence of reminder. He got past the Acute Stress Disorder symptoms at this point, mostly, plenty of inadvertent exposure therapy, plenty of actual discourse. It took the sting out of the memories, but it still isn't particularly fun to think about.]
A week.
[He doesn't think about what it'll mean, if he is wrong.]