"I mean..." What did he mean? His mouth got ahead of his brain. He blamed the vermouth from earlier for that one. But just saying it--it was like a high on its own. He pulled back just to gesture through each thought, beaming.

"Like...'til Pop Goes the Interdimensional Bubble do us part. That type of thing. You've had dreams? I've had dreams. That if space is really exponentially inflating away from our pocket and into eternity, I'd wanna spend it with--" Tony's breath ran out on that one. He gestured at the man up and down.