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It was a metaphor... did no one gets dramatics? Heaving a very loud sigh, he gave Moran that look. The look that clearly said 'I'm acting here, stop being a prick'. No one understood the brilliance of a little prop work, he dropped down and put his head on Tonys chest, his hand reaching out to feel the device that replaced his heart. "I think hanging is too impersonal but choking always has that sort of hands on intimacy, doesn't it? I strangled my first boyfriend, it was perfection. It's fine, he was a prick anyway. Slept around and all that rubbish, i didn't care but in that moment we shared, I owned him."

He sounded almost yearning as he said that, he didn't discuss his past often but when he knew someone wasn't going to live, he was comfortable doing it. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, he rolled off the man and as his hand came out, so did a crude little pen knife he usually used for opening post.

Flicking it open, he studied the blade before looking at Tony.

"What would it take to change your mind? I know I never will but if there was something out there that could, what would it be? Enlighten me before I break you."