Now they were stuck in the car and couldn't avoid each other. Well, she could still run since he hadn't yet driven off in it. But he could see the streaks on hr cheek, how red her eyes were, and every inch of his heart shattered into a million pieces. He'd put the car into drive and headed out, one hand on the wheel and the other on his knee. His body practically radiated nervous tension, and for a genius, he couldn't come up with the proper wording to phrase anything so it wouldn't sound wrong. He didn't want her to leave him, but he didn't know how to make her stay either.
Slowly and without warning, Tony's open palm crept across into her lap and reached for her hand. He took one and threaded his fingers through hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please....please don't leave," the soft voice said finally, and she could tell that it wasn't the normally confident voice.