"I wish I could ask you witch room you wanted but there is only one bed left." Tony lead the reluctant doctor in to his room.
"I could just sleep on the couch." Bruce suggested.
"The bed's big enough for two. It was built for more" Tony smiled.
Bruce remembered that Tony Stark was a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and blushed at the implied thought. "It is the most comfortable bed you will ever sleep in."
"I'd hate for the other guy to reck it as well."
"Oh Bruce..." Tony flung his hands up exasperated. "What will we do with you? Your a bundle of nerves. You need to get out more. See the sights of NewYork, hit a club or two."
"You want me in an underground privet club surrounded by people, drinking?"
"No I want you having the time of your life dancing with some pretty little miss and getting as drunk as posable."
"That sounds like you not me."
"Come on Bruce were's your sense of adventure!" Tony slung his arms around Bruce's shoulder. Bruce tried not to shy away from his touch.
"I lost it a long time ago. Many injured and a few dead along with it." Bruce had a far away look in his eyes, pain as well. As if pain and sorrow took root in the very soul of his being grew, thrived and blocked out all else.
"Your going to sleep in that bed." Tony said forcefully steering the subject back to something less painful.
Bruce stared at Tony then smiled that sad sad smile. "You win." Tony smirked hearing his favorite words. He walked towards the bed and then as if just thinking of it he turned back.
"Don't I always."