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[Gene shakes his head again and immediately wishes he hadn't. His inner ear is lagging about half a second behind the rest of him, giving him the illusion of being on a wildly pitching ship's deck.] I think I asked the wrong question, [he says at last.] Too broad. The other rings couldn't...filter the things I didn't need away.

[He feels like hot garbage, is how he feels, but he's not about to admit that in front of Stark, who is...holding...his hand...???] I'm fine.

[Yes, because nausea seafoam is such a lovely shade on the Mandarin.]