[ That, combined with the look in Stephen's eyes, hits home hard in a place that's already missing Pepper and Morgan more than he thought he was capable of missing anything. The breath he wanted to draw gets stuck as an ache blooms in his chest like a bruise. The line of Tony's mouth flattens out as he looks away from Stephen, working his way around the pain.
He wanders across the room again to the desk. Sets his coffee cup down on top of it, pointedly not on a coaster. Water is already beading on the sides of the plastic, settling in a wet ring on the expensive wood.
Tony crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the desk. ]
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He wanders across the room again to the desk. Sets his coffee cup down on top of it, pointedly not on a coaster. Water is already beading on the sides of the plastic, settling in a wet ring on the expensive wood.
Tony crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the desk. ]
So Loki's here.