He probably could ave gotten himself ridiculously far away in the amount of time it took Tony to jump him, but he didn't move. He wasn't sure why he had so many conflicting emotions. Why he had this guilt. This was what he wanted. He wanted to come home...He wanted...
He hissed at the hand tugging at his hair, struggling defensively but taking no offensive measures. "Tony stop, your hurting me," he pleaded.