"You won't believe me." Stiles repeats once more with a frown on his face. The man who raised him since birth didn't buy it when he told him. "Nobody ever believes me with anyting I say." His hands are shaking as he twist the bottom of his shirt up more, skin much paler then it was a moment ago. "I don't even know where to start. It's complicated and unnatural."
Tony is silent as he obverses his son - the way he fidgeted as though he wished this was any other conversation. Head tilted to the side as the older Stark pushes himself away from the workstation and stands up - steps calculated as he grows closer to his son to rest a hand on his shoulder. ❛ After everything ive seen i'd be stupid not too. But why don't we stick with you showing me. It might be easier.❜ He was trying to soothe the situation - god knows if he succeded or not.