His eyes haven't left the screen. He doesn't know what to say. Hell he doesn't even know if he /can/ talk at this point from the way his blood is rushing in his ears, the way his heart is beating against his chest, and the way he suddenly feels like the world is moving underneath his feet. Well it is techincally moving. It always is, but it's not like he should be able to feel that right?
"Shit...."
They were trying to take it away from him again. They were trying to take away his one chance to make up for all the stupid shit he had done in his life. The one chance he had to make up for all the blood on his hands.
The most horrifying part about this....they were right.
He would slip. Starks always slipped back to the drink. It's just a matter of time...
"I can't...Shit. They can't..."
Tony leans forward, his hands burying themselves into his ebony hair.
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Date: 2013-12-19 01:58 am (UTC)"Shit...."
They were trying to take it away from him again. They were trying to take away his one chance to make up for all the stupid shit he had done in his life. The one chance he had to make up for all the blood on his hands.
The most horrifying part about this....they were right.
He would slip. Starks always slipped back to the drink. It's just a matter of time...
"I can't...Shit. They can't..."
Tony leans forward, his hands burying themselves into his ebony hair.