[ The winter teen turns the glass back and forth between his hands, catching the tiny droplets of condensation formed by the competing temperatures between the tea's warmth and his own chill. They froze against his skin and he ran them back and forth like tiny marbles around in his palm, up his fingers and back down again in the same way a master of sleight of hand would handle coins. ]
You mean something not about Tony?
[ He seems perfectly content to let the familial discussion rest there, as though aware that his broaching the subject even by a little had raised the level of awkwardness in the room. Cautious of creating a wedge between them, Jack realized he probably should have kept it to himself. Bruce, he decides, has enough to deal with on a regular basis without adding a needy spirit into the mix.
He holds out his glass hoping for more tea but the gesture is a plain message: whatever Bruce wants to ask, he'll answer. ]
Re: action;
You mean something not about Tony?
[ He seems perfectly content to let the familial discussion rest there, as though aware that his broaching the subject even by a little had raised the level of awkwardness in the room. Cautious of creating a wedge between them, Jack realized he probably should have kept it to himself. Bruce, he decides, has enough to deal with on a regular basis without adding a needy spirit into the mix.
He holds out his glass hoping for more tea but the gesture is a plain message: whatever Bruce wants to ask, he'll answer. ]