Tony scrubs both hands over his face and comes around the tables, still maintaining a reasonable distance, but no longer keeping the lab equipment and surfaces between them. "We'll get the rest," he promises. "This is just a... It's a first step. It gives us a little breathing room."
He stops about three feet away, his fingers rubbing together, wishing he had something to fiddle with. "How do you feel?"
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He stops about three feet away, his fingers rubbing together, wishing he had something to fiddle with. "How do you feel?"