At the end of the day, he's just a silhouette perched on the roof, watching as the sun dips below the horizon. He barely registers the creak of the ladder as someone joins him, settling in the empty space beside him. They sit in silence for a moment before he starts to speak.
"I couldn't sleep."
"I can see that."
They lapse back into silence and finish watching the sunset. The stars start to come out and the moon peeks out from behind a mess of clouds.
"You're wrong, you know."
Bruce looks questioningly over at the other man. The stars are reflected in his dark brown eyes and he seems to embody the calm of the waves against the shore. Tony is resting back on his elbows, his legs crossed at the ankle. He doesn't say anything else.
"And how, exactly, am I wrong?"
Tony turns his head, meeting Bruce's eyes and it feels as though the man is peering into his soul, beyond the walls he constructed to keep from hurting anyone ever again.
"You're not a monster." And suddenly Tony's back down the ladder, heading towards who knows where tonight.