Re: James | Tony
James stirred when he felt the lightest brush against his forehead. For a second, it reminded him of being a kid again, and being at home. When Tony would take care of them when they were sick, and check up on them nearly constantly. “Hey Knight.” He knew that this Tony had never gone by that moniker, but he couldn’t help it sometimes, when he was thinking about home to call him that.
“Gonna take more than a flying car, right?” He tried to joke, but even laughing was a little painful. That was how James dealt with things, humor so that he didn’t have to go to the dark place in his mind that told him he was going to die.