Re: At about six pm
[Leaning forward without leaning forward, pendulum and counterweight to the pull away and without Pepper noticing it, noticing anything except what came next. And then the other hand came down over his, nothing to do with the wrench and noise and satellites.]
Tony. [Voice tight on his name, worry and sympathy and relief (that it wasn't worse - because it could be) wedged into two syllables. Watching him watching her, with the same sharpened sweep for trouble, worry parsed into the set of her mouth and squeezing his fingers with hers.]
It's not weird. You've dealt with a lot. These nightmares, they're keeping you from sleeping? Why didn't you tell me?