For a moment - for half a moment - Gene is honestly tempted to mutter 'no'.
By way of responding, he says quietly, hoarsely, "Well, at least you survived. Small favors." And he tries so hard not to make it sound bitter. He might even be succeeding. His eyes are still closed, and he's remaining immobile, because he doesn't want to see Tony looking at him with the expression of distaste he fears. Maybe if he holds still and quiet enough he'll slip back into the space between Keeliai and his world and disappear into the void entirely.
That'd be nice, he thinks.
"Congratulations on cleaning up my mess." The words are without inflection - a simple statement of fact, without judgment. Tony had cleaned up the mess Gene had made.
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By way of responding, he says quietly, hoarsely, "Well, at least you survived. Small favors." And he tries so hard not to make it sound bitter. He might even be succeeding. His eyes are still closed, and he's remaining immobile, because he doesn't want to see Tony looking at him with the expression of distaste he fears. Maybe if he holds still and quiet enough he'll slip back into the space between Keeliai and his world and disappear into the void entirely.
That'd be nice, he thinks.
"Congratulations on cleaning up my mess." The words are without inflection - a simple statement of fact, without judgment. Tony had cleaned up the mess Gene had made.