I was wondering if you’d be brave enough to show your face.
I didn’t know.
Oh? Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were blind. Because if you weren’t, it would have been obvious. You know, with the wedding ring? *holds up his hand to show the gold band on his finger* You know, the one that looks like this? He’s got one too.
I’m not blind, I’m hopelessly fucking infatuated. Does it make a difference if I tell you he was asking who had a crush on him?
There’s a difference between telling him you have a crush on him, and asking him to do something about it.
It was a joke. There was no way, Mr Stark, no fucking way yo—he—I’m not even his type!
Stay away from my husband.
Hey! You’re not the only person who gets to make choices about this! He was asking, and I thought, you know, thirty seconds of his time, a little attention — why don’t you even trust him?
