[ He doesn’t pull his arm back or look away, but his expression is stalled out somewhere between sick and bleak hopelessness when he looks at him. Tony Stark has never been an optimist. He’s tried. He’s pretended toward optimism a few times. But his heart’s never been in it and he’s never seen evidence of his pessimism being anything but well warranted. ]
Help you how? I’m just a…
[ He doesn’t even have a word for it. Tony Stark is an unparalleled genius, that much he remembers. But him? Who is he? He’s looking at Bruce – at the guy who his fake memories say is Bruce – but he’s not really talking to him. The quiet, under his breath mumble is mostly for himself. ]
…A John Doe who’s haunted by a ghost.
[ Maybe he needs an exorcist. The thought makes him laugh, a bitter bark of sound that fades quickly. He’s silent for a moment, just a pause, then he continues in a regular tone, though it stays deadened and hollow. ]
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Help you how? I’m just a…
[ He doesn’t even have a word for it. Tony Stark is an unparalleled genius, that much he remembers. But him? Who is he? He’s looking at Bruce – at the guy who his fake memories say is Bruce – but he’s not really talking to him. The quiet, under his breath mumble is mostly for himself. ]
…A John Doe who’s haunted by a ghost.
[ Maybe he needs an exorcist. The thought makes him laugh, a bitter bark of sound that fades quickly. He’s silent for a moment, just a pause, then he continues in a regular tone, though it stays deadened and hollow. ]
Clues about what?