“Sorry about all of this,” Bruce muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. He let the stain on Tony’s sleeve go for now; he honestly didn’t want anything else to worry about, including what Tony may or may not have done after he walked out.
“I’m alright now. Still mad, but…that won’t do any good,” he said with a sigh, leaning in and nuzzling Tony’s neck, the familiar scent calming him a bit more. “I just…was hoping I wouldn’t ruin this night for you.”
Tony looked down at Bruce with a reassuring smile and laughed a bit before pressing his lips to his mess of black curls. “You didn’t do anything, Bambi.” He ran his hand up and down Bruce’s arm as he looked out at the fresh cut grass and the colorful flowers in the dim light, holding Bruce close to him.
“Wanna know the truth?” He asked him with the raise of an eyebrow. “I can’t stand these things. I think they’re filled with uptight assholes who have no idea what to do when met with social interaction.” Tony ran his hand through Bruce’s hair. “You made it a hell of a lot more interesting, that’s for sure.”