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When his brain wouldn't shut up, it became an avalanche of thoughts and ideas. Then came the Did I do enough? and the What if I forgot ____? and guilt and worry and ways to fix everything. If he could. Lately it felt like he couldn't fix a damn thing, and that any time they had was of the borrowed variety.
All that stopped after that sharpness of her voice, the hand touched his face, the kiss that he eagerly returned, and when he could see that look in her eyes. He blinked himself out of whatever limbo his thoughts had fallen into and focused on Pepper, forgetting for a few token seconds that there was even a party going on around them. A party where no one needed Bitter Sarcasm Tony making an guest appearance.
"You're right. It wasn't the right time yet," he finally replied, wide-eyed and staring. That didn't stop him from making a ridiculously off the wall comment, so things didn't become awkward for anyone around them. "Someone better get us his and her's ponies for a wedding gift. I know it's not responsible to keep it on a yacht, so maybe the Hamptons. Dibs on the boy pony. I will name him George, and I'll hug him and pet him and squeeze him...."