Tony's good at this game, just like Loki. Good at pretending. Pretending circumstances remain the same pretending as they wished and people believed them. It hurt, because they do not pretend with each other do not need to, can't and so he knows, despite that it hurt Loki's words chiefly that he started. But he knows he understands he doubts any understand so well, the way Loki's mind works. But he is as obstinate and impulsive.
The line's been crossed the risk already gambled. There need be closure and straightforward answers.
Loki does not appear rather indulgent to see him, in his room in his bed at two in the morning. He plays a charming smirk and calls: "Hello again. Come, sit," patting the space by him. Deadpanning and tense still Loki approaches, obviously set and concocting some sterner retort, yet as he settles and Tony discards his tablet and turns so they'll probably face, he is quiet, waiting; Tony takes up the sign, yes apprehensive and unsure doubt fogs the clarity of his mind when it comes to deciphering Loki's, he can't even hold his eyes – he just, speaks: "I'm not, good at this. Relationships. Emotions, in general. Small, part of the reason I ended things with Pepper, this morning," looks for a reaction and indeed Loki's taken and likely wondering why he hadn't said since. [Maybe cause I've been freaking out over what to tell you.] "Probably, shouldn't even have happened, me and her. Like you said we're. Too different. That and, I am not easy to get along with, or put up with," hands swat – this he's said and heard a lot. "Course that doesn't, apply to you. In that – and, I've asked myself a lot," chuckles shakily. "Why it is, so easy. With us…I mean, sure we're, similar, different too and frankly our, similarities should put us at odds-"
"Tony-"
"I'm rambling, I know-"
"Tony." Loki's close and he takes in the softness in his voice in his eyes registering now, how often Loki looks at him like that, calls his name like that, as a timid hand rose cool fingers trace along his jaw and Loki murmurs: "Do you know what else? You needn't explain. I understand." Tony melts, expression warming.
"I…Like, you," he whispers, and Loki understands, face lighting.
"I know," teased and Tony's smirk is sheepish his eyes as Loki strokes down his neck wanton. He allows the touch allows Loki's hand to curl round his neck his thumb to press against adam's apple, playful, despite the cocked brow the firmer tone: "I don't share." Tony's smile stretched genuine.
"I know," ran a hand up Loki's arm. "Me neither, fyi." Loki smiled, resting their foreheads. Tony's other hands slides up the god's chest, just over the rapid heartbeat akin to his own, restless and longing.
"I, like, you too," non-subtly said, non-subtle at all as Tony beams eyes twinkling, Loki's awed and reluctance gone they lean forward, so finally their mouths meet and stay, pressing and warm, move slowly, tug and tease more fervid, over and over till they lack breath. And loathing to be parted under the sheets in the room's darkness they lie merely holding, twining, embracing, surrendering to the possibility the chance the hope, that this, they, will work because how can't they? A question they'd scoff at.