"I think you're joking, but I definitely want to avoid that. I get to play with my big boy toys because I don't break the wrong rules or too often, and I'm content with that. I end up shuffled to the psych floor because I clearly have a death wish, it's going to make doing my own thing a memory."

He wrinkled his brow in preparation. It was going to hurt. He was used to hurting. But he didn't think the sting of papercuts or wound cleaning ever got any better. Head trauma? Bruised kidneys? Those, you could get used to.

Tony peeled back the arm of his tee, shredded, to help her. He was pretty sure he was just in the way, but he'd already committed to it.