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[stark]

[ He huffs out a breath that's supposed to be a small chuckle, although there's not a whole lot of humor behind it. That would be some sort of hilarious turn of events, he thinks, if Strange spared him and traded the stone only for him to die, anyway. It's not funny, of course, but right now it just seems oddly ironic that it could be an actual possibility if they don't get the bleeding under control. ]

Right, yeah. No dying. That'd be...bad.

[ Tony looks up just in time to see the way Quill hesitates, and...well. That doesn't bode well. He doesn't say anything, though, and instead just takes a breath as suggested.

And, boy, was Quill not exaggerating. Apparently first aid from outer space hurts like hell, he thinks as his body unconsciously reacts to the injection. Despite his high pain tolerance, it's as if his vision blurs for a moment and, when he's finally able to focus, he realizes that he's leaning heavily against Quill's grasp on him. ]

I'm-- [ Good, he wants to say, but the word seems to get stuck in his throat. He swallows hard, moving slowly back so that Quill can let go if he wants to. 'I'm fine fine,' he's silently saying by doing so. 'I'm not going to collapse on you.' His hands are a little shaky - it's hard to tell if it's from the blood loss, the pain or the injection - but he just holds onto the edge of where he's seated as if that'll stop it. ]

...thanks.

[dancestraction]

And kind of a dick move considering I helped carry you all the way over here.

[ The humor is a little darker than he generally would go for, but his nerves are more than shot. The idea of losing someone, anyone, else after getting their asses spectacularly kicked is not an idea he wants to entertain. One thing at a time, he tells himself again.

Quill's helped with worse injuries with Yondu and Kraglin, not to mention a couple of the others that ain't with them anymore. No, it's really just he and Kraglin, and who knows if he's---His hands stay tight against Tony's shoulders until he relaxes a little bit, and moves away fully once he's leaned back against the bulkhead. ]

Sure thing.

[ He sees the shaking, and isn't sure if it's from shock, cold, or a little bit of everything. He offers a quick stay here a second, gets up and ducks away to come back with a blanket off his bed. He shakes it out, and draws it around the other man's shoulders. ]

There you go. Uh, I gotta take a look at things real quick, and try to get us back into space.

[stark]

[ Tony doesn’t mind the dark humor. If anything, it helps especially since his brain is already not in a good space right now. He can feel himself slipping, and Quill’s quips help keep him from going off the deep end.

When he walks away, Tony tries to get his breathing to even out as much as he can as he glances around, as if to get used to his new surroundings. This place is definitely more welcoming than the murderous donut he had used to get to Titan, he thinks.

The blanket takes him by surprise, but he’s thankful for it and he can’t help but draw it close to him. Especially since the shaking isn’t going away. ]

Thanks. Do you, uh. need some help?

[ He doesn’t know how much he can help, but still, he wants to offer. ]

[dancestraction]

[ Quill can see the far away look in Tony's eyes. It reads all over his face, and he's seen that too. It's not good. None of this is.

He doesn't stay to see if he needs much else. They don't have the time. Well, this guy doesn't have the time. The blanket should help with the shock, once he gets them into space he can see about some warmer clothes. Space is cold, and this guys wearing some weird running suit it looks like. It's not gonna be enough. ]

You know a lot about spaceships and their engines? [ There's a hint of biting sarcasm to the question. ] I know my ship. I can get her going.

[ But the other Earth guy is trying to help. Probably as a distraction. He knows that feeling. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. ]

There's some structural damage. If I can find where Rocket put the building tool, I can show you how to use it while I work on the engines. It's not easy to use, though. Gotta be patient with it.

Think you can handle that?

[stark]

[ By now, Tony isn't surprised by Quill's sarcasm, so when he makes that quip, he hardly thinks anything of it. Or maybe it's the blood loss, who knows. Either way, when he responds, it's not defensive in any way. It's more factual - and tired, because shit the adrenaline is draining quick - than anything else. ]

I may be from Earth, but I can figure out my way around an engine. So yeah, just tell me where to go. I can handle it.

[ He'll push through. He has to. As much as his body is starting to feel like it wants to just crash once and for all, he's not ready to let himself do it. He's almost afraid of what will happen once he stops moving, and the grief rears its ugly head once more. ]

...how long have you been living in space?