[Sighs. Then slowly opens the doors, standing back from him.]
I wasn't me, okay. Well okay I was me, but it wasn't me, me. It was chemically imbalanced me. Not that I'm even sure how that happened because I don't remember eating or drinking anything different. But hey, Sherlock's been insisting that's what it is for the last few days. And well, I know that I'm always putting you through things that you probably should never be pu-
I've already filled the tool box by the way. The day you left, I did.
Uh, I said that was an imbalance. And nothing, I really love that toolbox.
Looking at you in...
[He looks at the cupboard, before back at Bruce.]
...It reminded me that I didn't really thank you for it, because I was a bit of a dork when you had to leave my house after I kissed you. And. Well it's great.
I mean, I don't know if it was because I had something or that Herbert's just really awkward, or that you're jus- You know your lips are really soft, right. And well ever since I kissed you before the New Year, I keep thinking about it and how I want to do it all the time. And...
[He looks at Bruce as he realises that he stopped trying to talk to Bruce so much as think out loud at him.]
Uh, well. Like? Well yeah, of course you're my best friend. It would be kind of weird if I didn't like you, I mean, I'm sure that there are people who claim to be best friends with people, but are lying about it. though three years is a lot of effort to keep up a lie. And that would get really boring and tedious after a while.
[He continues to ramble on. His eyes focusing on various things in the wardrobe, including Bruce, his face, and his lips. Not that he rambles at times he feels awkward and unsure.]
[Staaaaaaaaaares and cheeks start burning and he lowers his eyes, almost ready to start grinning like a loon but he's not going to do that. His head's aching something fierce after the surprise at Tony's confession to loving Herbert and then the chase and then the rescinding of the confession and then this-]
Let's... talk about this tomorrow. Yeah? [Runs hand over face.]
[Tony feels like he's just missed a step somewhere. Not actually making the connection that his confessing would actually lead to anything else, especially seeing as only half an hour ago, Tony was sure Bruce wasn't into him the same way he was.]
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I wasn't me, okay. Well okay I was me, but it wasn't me, me. It was chemically imbalanced me. Not that I'm even sure how that happened because I don't remember eating or drinking anything different. But hey, Sherlock's been insisting that's what it is for the last few days. And well, I know that I'm always putting you through things that you probably should never be pu-
I've already filled the tool box by the way. The day you left, I did.
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... So...? What does the toolbox have to do with you having the hots for Herbert?
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Looking at you in...
[He looks at the cupboard, before back at Bruce.]
...It reminded me that I didn't really thank you for it, because I was a bit of a dork when you had to leave my house after I kissed you. And. Well it's great.
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... I'm glad. That you like it, I mean.
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I don't have a thing for Herbert.
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Yeah. I kind of... Was.
[He pauses.]
It wasn't real. I know it isn't, it was something else.
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... Did you really kiss Herbert?
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[Tony sighs, fidgeting more.]
But something was making me think that Herbert was what I wanted. Sherlock swears it was a love potion.
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[There's a long pause. Then he mumbles quickly]
I'd would have been better if it was you.
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[He licks his lips slowly.]
It was better.
I mean, I don't know if it was because I had something or that Herbert's just really awkward, or that you're jus- You know your lips are really soft, right. And well ever since I kissed you before the New Year, I keep thinking about it and how I want to do it all the time. And...
[He looks at Bruce as he realises that he stopped trying to talk to Bruce so much as think out loud at him.]
What was the question?
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Tony, do you... like me?
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[He continues to ramble on. His eyes focusing on various things in the wardrobe, including Bruce, his face, and his lips. Not that he rambles at times he feels awkward and unsure.]
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Do you like me in a way that makes you want to kiss me?
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Would I keep sleeping in your bed after New Years Eve if I didn't?
[His cheeks to are now slightly pink. But having been interviewed more than a few times he has an easier time looking less than obvious about it.]
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Let's... talk about this tomorrow. Yeah? [Runs hand over face.]
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[Tony feels like he's just missed a step somewhere. Not actually making the connection that his confessing would actually lead to anything else, especially seeing as only half an hour ago, Tony was sure Bruce wasn't into him the same way he was.]
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My head hurts.
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If there could be a song playing in the bg, it'd be Walking on Sunshine
And it would be a beautiful scene for a movie!
Eyup
oWo
OwO
mOwwOm
mOAOm
V*o*V
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