Thor tossed the ball into his court with such authority that Tony felt foolish all over again. He ran his hand over his lips and let it drop to his hip. He cleared his throat—only picturing one proper answer to it.

“...If I don’t see her each day, I miss her.” Maybe he was simply imagining it, but the distant rhythms playing in the bar matched his cadence. “Gee, what a thrill...each time I kiss her.”