Tony couldn't help himself. He grinned up at her, an honest to god, gum-bearing playground grin.
"And it worked. Just like in the dream. That's just... insane. Suits me kind of right, don't you think?"
Just saying the word 'suit' triggered something, but through the haze he couldn't quite piece together the last dream. "What made you change your mind? You were really clear on the 'don't put shit in your chest' stance before I got shot."