Re: Hotel: Selina & Robert
[She wasn't expecting pacing. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she knew it wasn't pacing. Not that she wasn't worried, but she hadn't seen this version of the man she'd known wear down the carpet, not yet. She stood, and she wished she hadn't spoken, hadn't said anything and had gone unnoticed just a few seconds longer. But the spell was broken, and while her worry was very small, his reaction to Tony being non-responsive made it climb a few notches.] Did he not answer you?
[That, you see, was an important question. Tony cared about her, and Tony cared about James and Pepper, about Jason and Damian. But Robert? Robert held a special place in the tin man's heart. Sure, this Robert claimed it couldn't be true, that Tony barely knew him. But Selina, she knew better. She and Tony had seen so many versions come, and they'd seen so many versions go. You started clinging to similarities then, and Selina knew Tony would go to the ends of the earth for this man standing here, interrupted mid-pace, even if he wasn't any of the Robert Banners that came before him.
And Robert? Robert looked a mess. His curls bore signs of agitated fingers, his shirt was untucked, and he never wore shoes. That last part? It made her smile.
He stared, and she let him, and then he moved until he was near her. And, alright, so maybe she reserved contact for seductive purposes, some power play that never netted her even a bit of power. But this was different.
She moved off the step, and she needed to stretch without her stilettos, but she hugged him with the same sort of fluid grace she did everything. Voice against his ear.] He's going to be fine. He's Tony. He managed to defy death once, and he's not going to let anything take him down.
[If she was worried about the mirror-image depression that she'd seen whenever she looked at Tony Stark lately? It didn't show.]