Tony & Darcy
"I'm not weird," he deflected with the greatest of ease, "you're weird."
They began dancing to the music, formally of course, with one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, at arm's reach. But it was stiffly done, and he kept looking to one side or the other. It almost resembled some sort of S.O.S. signal known only to Tony that he needed bailed out. Which wasn't happening by the looks of it.
Time to buck up and not totally shit-can this evening. He controlled his mouth, not the other way around. He's got this. He's Tony Stark. He could do anything.
Awesome pep talk. Ten out of ten as far as pep talks go. Speaking of pep, where was Pepper?!
"Yeah, it was nice," he began saying, slowly at first. "I made her a green Voltron lion, even if it's the size of a regular cat. Kid's first robot. She was a little bummed she couldn't ride around inside of it, but hey? Hard to find pilots, where everyone's got to be cohesive like a functional family, open communication is a thing too...." He was word vomiting and he quickly tipped that train back onto the track again, before everything derailed. "How was your Christmas, kiddo?"