[ He predictably doesn't find anything even close to falsehood on her face. Which he's happy about, he's good with not finding any of that. Honestly, he's not really sure why he was looking. It wasn't something he was hoping for, wasn't something he expected to be there - he just has to look. Tony Stark can't not look once he's thought of something. He can't not come into contact with it, can't resist the urge to poke and observe and learn and prod.
At least they can look for the secrets in the other's face together. His own isn't as studiously impassive as hers is right now, isn't half as earnest. There's a bit of worry, a lot of uncertainty, some happiness, and a little bit left for various mixed emotions flitting around in the meantime.
And he hasn't quite got his breath back by the time she does that, leans in to kiss his neck, but it's a fair amount so far and it's not like he has anything better to do right now, anything to use it for. She hasn't put the gag back on - he's not sure if she will or not, given that it apparently had a particular purpose - but he doesn't really feel like talking anyway. Most of the things he thinks of in response to her words are counter-productive, contradict the point she's trying to make and he's struggling to accept. His throat feels tight anyway, still, and it's just so much easier to turn his head a little so it's easier for her, tilt it back when she moves in that direction too. That doesn't mean it's impossible to talk - it's almost impossible for him not to talk, actually - but he's not nearly as verbose as he normally would be. But for the moment, quiet, keeping his mind to himself because that was still a lot, he's pretty convinced she wasn't lying, doesn't really need to feel it again so quickly. ] It's mutual.
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At least they can look for the secrets in the other's face together. His own isn't as studiously impassive as hers is right now, isn't half as earnest. There's a bit of worry, a lot of uncertainty, some happiness, and a little bit left for various mixed emotions flitting around in the meantime.
And he hasn't quite got his breath back by the time she does that, leans in to kiss his neck, but it's a fair amount so far and it's not like he has anything better to do right now, anything to use it for. She hasn't put the gag back on - he's not sure if she will or not, given that it apparently had a particular purpose - but he doesn't really feel like talking anyway. Most of the things he thinks of in response to her words are counter-productive, contradict the point she's trying to make and he's struggling to accept. His throat feels tight anyway, still, and it's just so much easier to turn his head a little so it's easier for her, tilt it back when she moves in that direction too. That doesn't mean it's impossible to talk - it's almost impossible for him not to talk, actually - but he's not nearly as verbose as he normally would be. But for the moment, quiet, keeping his mind to himself because that was still a lot, he's pretty convinced she wasn't lying, doesn't really need to feel it again so quickly. ] It's mutual.