MHA #8, Wednesday

[stykera]

Stark had gotten back to the island after yesterday's space emergency only somewhat worse for wear. He'd only gotten shot a little, as he kept telling people.

Once he was back in his apartment, arm still in its sling, he'd called and asked Travis to come over. Now he was just waiting.

Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd been injured. Perhaps he should have mentioned that he'd run off to space yesterday. Choices had been made.


[The pretty firefighter is expected but could be open to others before his arrival!]

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[stykera]

"I'll do my best," Stark said very seriously. "Resting is important, after all. Isn't it?"

[designateddadfriend]

"Very important," Travis agreed, tracing the lines of the mask again. "Especially after an injury. Even if you're just fine."

[stykera]

Stark closed his eye at the touch, still smiling faintly.

"I've been hurt worse." Probably not the best thing to say. "Didn't always have anyone to make sure I rested."

[designateddadfriend]

“That just means you have to rest up even more now that you do,” Travis decided.

[stykera]

"I'll do my best."

He opened his eye just a crack.

"Since I have someone to help me... rest."