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[ Walking hand in hand is far from unusual in this place, is getting less complicated when it's with Stephen, though right now the problem is more the way it keeps the memories coming, a slow steady pulse of unreality like the flow of blood between them.

Tony taps the middle of his chest with the fingertips of his free hand, the same way he used to idly drum on the arc reactor when it was still in situ. It helps him think. He's got a lot to think about. Behind his makeshift shades, his gaze roams sightlessly over the street, blank pupils reflecting too many possibilities. ]

Thing is.. [ Just picking it up again, like it's a normal conversation. ] Thing is, it's all related. There are laws. We can't just assume..

[ Drifting off, coming back again on another station, like a badly tuned radio. Tapping on his chest, then drawing with a fingertip through his shirt, inscribing letters and symbols over the same spot. ]

I missed her birthday. It was her birthday and I missed it. I didn't even think about it. Didn't even remember until it was.. until it was too late. It was just any other day. But I had a weird feeling, like I'd missed something. Kept thinking the whole day, what was it? And then at the end of the day, when it was almost too late, I realised what I was missing, and.. it was her. I missed her. I miss her.

[ His voice cracks, falters. Tears roll down his cheeks from behind the shades, hot and stinging his tired eyes. ]

I miss her, you know? I miss her! [ He turns to Stephen, reaching for him, his voice welling with childish sorrow and a boy's discovery that the world is cruel and unfair. ] I miss her, man! My sister. I miss Donna.