[ Tony may not be able to appreciate or even really notice Jaeger's actions in his current state, but it'll definitely occur to him later on down the line that the guy really is putting no small amount of effort in here to make things seem just a little less terrifyingly unstable, and for a complete stranger at that. It won't be forgotten, that's for sure.
But for now Tony just stares at Jaeger as if sizing him up, and to be honest it's kind of hard not to. The dude is giving Thor a run for his money where sheer height + mass numbers go, and in less unpleasant circumstances Tony would probably be eyeing him up and down right now for a very different reason.
Er. Anyway. Introductions. ]
Tony. I'm working-- I'm in Tech Development. Or will be, starting...soon. I think.
[ As he speaks Tony slowly drifts towards the kitchenette, looking something like a scrawny stray animal trying to inch past people on the street after it's been kicked around one too many times. It's a bit pitiful to watch, but after a few agonizing moments he gets to the coffee at last and sets about pouring himself a cup.
And this is embarrassing too. It takes him entirely too long to pour the stuff and he can barely hold the mug steady in these ghastly spidery things that have got to belong to some midnight creepshow Grim Reaper motherfucker, because surely they can't be his. These aren't the hands that built a miniaturized arc reactor in the filthy sweating depths of an Afghan cave when all they had to work with were a few busted ass missiles, some solder wire and torture as a motivator. These aren’t the hands that made Thanos bleed. They can't even pour a goddamn cup of coffee.
It's all very pathetic and he feels very pathetic in his weak tiny body with his fucked up brain chemistry and Tony can't help it, he makes a frustrated sound and gives up on pouring a whole cup, slamming the pot back down with much more force than necessary. He opts instead to sip on what hadn't ended up on his hands and the countertop and yeah, it burns, but hello. Not his hands. Haven't you been following?]
Thanks.
[ Tony says this so suddenly following his angry outburst that he nearly startles himself, but he just really wants this guy to know that the frustration he's witnessing isn't directed at him. It's a good thing to focus on, just like the senses thing, it's grounding to think about someone else. ]
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But for now Tony just stares at Jaeger as if sizing him up, and to be honest it's kind of hard not to. The dude is giving Thor a run for his money where sheer height + mass numbers go, and in less unpleasant circumstances Tony would probably be eyeing him up and down right now for a very different reason.
Er. Anyway. Introductions. ]
Tony. I'm working-- I'm in Tech Development. Or will be, starting...soon. I think.
[ As he speaks Tony slowly drifts towards the kitchenette, looking something like a scrawny stray animal trying to inch past people on the street after it's been kicked around one too many times. It's a bit pitiful to watch, but after a few agonizing moments he gets to the coffee at last and sets about pouring himself a cup.
And this is embarrassing too. It takes him entirely too long to pour the stuff and he can barely hold the mug steady in these ghastly spidery things that have got to belong to some midnight creepshow Grim Reaper motherfucker, because surely they can't be his. These aren't the hands that built a miniaturized arc reactor in the filthy sweating depths of an Afghan cave when all they had to work with were a few busted ass missiles, some solder wire and torture as a motivator. These aren’t the hands that made Thanos bleed. They can't even pour a goddamn cup of coffee.
It's all very pathetic and he feels very pathetic in his weak tiny body with his fucked up brain chemistry and Tony can't help it, he makes a frustrated sound and gives up on pouring a whole cup, slamming the pot back down with much more force than necessary. He opts instead to sip on what hadn't ended up on his hands and the countertop and yeah, it burns, but hello. Not his hands. Haven't you been following?]
Thanks.
[ Tony says this so suddenly following his angry outburst that he nearly startles himself, but he just really wants this guy to know that the frustration he's witnessing isn't directed at him. It's a good thing to focus on, just like the senses thing, it's grounding to think about someone else. ]