He gave a weak smile at her attempt to comfort him and put his hand gently on hers. He appreciated that, but it was embarrassing someone caught him having yet another weak moment. That.. seemed to be the trend today. He was glad when the conversation moved on and they didn't have to talk about whatever Sarai had seen on his face.
His smile becomes more real when she mentions her husband and gets obviously happy about talking about him. It was sweet. He used to not go in for that kind of thing, but Pepper ruined him. It was all that blond woman's fault- he thinks with fondness. However, all the light in his face evaporates immediately hearing her husband was here. "He's here? Doesn't that upset you? If Pepper.. or worse.. Morgan.."
He shudders and shakes his head, dropping his gaze to his hands. Just the thought made his stomach threaten to do bad things to him. It was bad enough Peter was here, but his wife or daughter? He runs his hands through his hair and then just rests them on his face and his elbows on his knees. He could feel pressure inside him building, the anxiety of just those thoughts making everything in him quake. He'd felt this one other time, several years ago at a restaurant with Rhodey. His lungs were getting tight and it felt like a vice was going around his heart, squeezing it painfully. His hands drop and he puts one on his chest. He couldn't breath!
Endgame spoiler/ CW: Anxiety Attack
His smile becomes more real when she mentions her husband and gets obviously happy about talking about him. It was sweet. He used to not go in for that kind of thing, but Pepper ruined him. It was all that blond woman's fault- he thinks with fondness. However, all the light in his face evaporates immediately hearing her husband was here. "He's here? Doesn't that upset you? If Pepper.. or worse.. Morgan.."
He shudders and shakes his head, dropping his gaze to his hands. Just the thought made his stomach threaten to do bad things to him. It was bad enough Peter was here, but his wife or daughter? He runs his hands through his hair and then just rests them on his face and his elbows on his knees. He could feel pressure inside him building, the anxiety of just those thoughts making everything in him quake. He'd felt this one other time, several years ago at a restaurant with Rhodey. His lungs were getting tight and it felt like a vice was going around his heart, squeezing it painfully. His hands drop and he puts one on his chest. He couldn't breath!