[He's there in just a few minutes, hands shoved in his pockets, annoyance and rage etched pretty clearly onto his face. Pepper - God, it had been good to see her again, don't get him wrong - but the things she'd told him, not just about himself... God. He doesn't even care about his own death.
It's everything else that's put him in this mood.
But either way, he's still managing to saunter into the room like he owns it, annoyance and boredom clear as he looks Charles over, scans the room, and-]
..... Oh. God. [You can be saying whatever you want, Charles, he's... really not listening as he just launches himself at the helmet, reaching up inside it and yanking a few wires out, shoving them down the front of his shirt and connecting the helmet to its power source, making a practically sexual noise when he sees the internal lights flicker on.] Baby, I missed you. You have no idea.
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It's everything else that's put him in this mood.
But either way, he's still managing to saunter into the room like he owns it, annoyance and boredom clear as he looks Charles over, scans the room, and-]
..... Oh. God. [You can be saying whatever you want, Charles, he's... really not listening as he just launches himself at the helmet, reaching up inside it and yanking a few wires out, shoving them down the front of his shirt and connecting the helmet to its power source, making a practically sexual noise when he sees the internal lights flicker on.] Baby, I missed you. You have no idea.