Tony... [ Stephen cannot stop himself. He doesn't even really try. He reaches out and lays his hand over Tony's. He gives it a slightly trembling, as firm as he can squeeze. ] Dying gets easier the more times you do it. Trust me.

[ Because out of the two of them Stephen's experienced death way more often. It hits rather hard sometimes now and then but it's rare. ]

Sure. What can I get you? Another scotch? [ And it's then Stephen realizes he left his hand resting on top of Tony's. He pulls it away and waves his fingers over Tony's glass, refilling it instantly with the most expensive scotch he's ever tasted. ] If that's not to your liking, I can change it. Just tell me what you want.