@mspepperxpotts
Everything’s been a blur ever since the festival ended in an absolute disaster. Things were a rush, a complete blur between getting off the stage and getting back to the tower, and the first thing James wanted to do was go to sleep. Between standing and half-walking, the shooting, the insanity that followed, and seeing all of that from a chair instead of standing and working played tricks on his head, wore him out.
It’s around midday when he finally wakes up to an empty room - he’s not sure if Tony had been there or if he’d just imagined it, but either way, no one’s here now. Shaking his head, James pulls himself out of bed after a splash of cold water to his face, he makes his way out to the kitchen for some coffee. What he’s not expecting to see is Pepper. “You stay the night?” He asks gently, wheeling over to reach for the coffee.”How’re you holding up?”
