Tony turned his head away on reflex at Steve's proclamation and then let it fall well back to suck a breath in through his teeth. Was he going soft in his years? If this had been five years prior he would have laughed in Steve's face out of sheer indignation and concempt for the man's relentless selflessness.
"Where I'm from? Jury's out. Where you're headed? There's hope. Hence why I'm bothering at all." He let his chin fall to level a look at the taller man. "Trust me. That's what I need."
His throat suddenly clenched as the next words entered his head. The devil on his shoulder held his pitchfork to his tongue, refusing to let Tony say them, but he spat it out.
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Date: 2018-10-07 05:34 am (UTC)"Where I'm from? Jury's out. Where you're headed? There's hope. Hence why I'm bothering at all." He let his chin fall to level a look at the taller man. "Trust me. That's what I need."
His throat suddenly clenched as the next words entered his head. The devil on his shoulder held his pitchfork to his tongue, refusing to let Tony say them, but he spat it out.
"I need you."