He's just gonna... file that one away to circle back to later. Call him crazy, but there's probably something mildly important about something called an infinity stone. He's guessing looking for them isn't purely recreational.
Not that it's completely relevant right now. Whatever they were doing back home, back then, odds are it's shot all to hell now. Waking up here uproots everything, top to bottom.
At any rate, catch that look on his face for a split second that makes it clear he 100% recognizes this as a redirect. He'll indulge it, but it's tabled rather than dismissed.
Plus, he's feeling a little too happy to see you to blow that right now. His smile's small, equally tired (for different reasons), but genuine. ]
You too, pal. You got no idea.
[ Ironically, it's probably reversed. Two years is a hell of a lot longer than six weeks. They probably went more than six weeks between Skype sessions alone.
Couple hundred years of distance makes it seem more impactful, though.
Time to change gears before he gets too sappy about it. ]
Don't get me wrong, I would love to hang around here and watch you figure out your new alcohol tolerance, but I think we should probably get you outta here. Let you wrap your head around everything.
[ Somewhere other than a crowded bar full of chaos and drunk strangers.
A pointed flick of his eyes toward some fake blood at Steve's temple. ]
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He's just gonna... file that one away to circle back to later. Call him crazy, but there's probably something mildly important about something called an infinity stone. He's guessing looking for them isn't purely recreational.
Not that it's completely relevant right now. Whatever they were doing back home, back then, odds are it's shot all to hell now. Waking up here uproots everything, top to bottom.
At any rate, catch that look on his face for a split second that makes it clear he 100% recognizes this as a redirect. He'll indulge it, but it's tabled rather than dismissed.
Plus, he's feeling a little too happy to see you to blow that right now. His smile's small, equally tired (for different reasons), but genuine. ]
You too, pal. You got no idea.
[ Ironically, it's probably reversed. Two years is a hell of a lot longer than six weeks. They probably went more than six weeks between Skype sessions alone.
Couple hundred years of distance makes it seem more impactful, though.
Time to change gears before he gets too sappy about it. ]
Don't get me wrong, I would love to hang around here and watch you figure out your new alcohol tolerance, but I think we should probably get you outta here. Let you wrap your head around everything.
[ Somewhere other than a crowded bar full of chaos and drunk strangers.
A pointed flick of his eyes toward some fake blood at Steve's temple. ]
Maybe take a shower.