[ He gives him a crooked smile, not quite up to the standards of those he was tossing around when he walked into the lab, but it’s an improvement from the bleak sense of helplessness he’d been feeling. It is what it is. He can’t change it, he just has to deal with it. And he’s not alone. Whatever happens, whatever has happened, he isn’t alone.

Not anymore. ]

All right. Existential crisis averted.

[ Maybe not forever. Letting things go isn’t something that comes easily to him. But for the moment, he can push this aside and actually try to get something done that isn’t succumbing to a panic attack. ]

You wanted to do some work, right? That wasn’t on your laptop? Or did you want to put the suit on and take it for a spin?