[ Patience by virtue of force doesn't really seem very fair. And no, meditation... Not specifically, anyway; ordinary meditation wouldn't work for Tony, but he does have his forms of it regardless. When he's been downstairs for three days and the house has been quiet because he hasn't come up for food or to sleep, that's a form of meditation. Active meditation. In that way, you can argue that sex isn't just a good alternative, it's even an alternate form of the same. Granted, his form of meditation tends to entail its own form of stress, but it's good stress. Tony with no form of stress whatsoever is a shapeless, unmotivated void waiting to fill itself up with enough dynamite to blow a new shape into the coastline that then goes out and makes people prod it with sticks until something along those lines takes place. But really, a lot of the things he does are based around some form of escape.
He blinks his eyes open at the instruction, darker than they had been just a few moments ago. They glance around to see if there's something in the immediate field of vision that's a little safer to look at than her face, because simply looking back at her for any indefinite period of time is just asking her to read him, and he's not quite had his patience forced high enough or his mind wound down enough to really be in favour of that just yet.
But, she's moved, and moving, and that's really quite difficult to not look at in itself. The net result is effectively a lot of eyes bouncing back and forth - her face, her hands, the room when either of those feel like too much. ]
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He blinks his eyes open at the instruction, darker than they had been just a few moments ago. They glance around to see if there's something in the immediate field of vision that's a little safer to look at than her face, because simply looking back at her for any indefinite period of time is just asking her to read him, and he's not quite had his patience forced high enough or his mind wound down enough to really be in favour of that just yet.
But, she's moved, and moving, and that's really quite difficult to not look at in itself. The net result is effectively a lot of eyes bouncing back and forth - her face, her hands, the room when either of those feel like too much. ]