<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony collapsed into Bruce's arms, unspeakably grateful for him.  "Like I'm masquerading as a functioning adult, and any minute somebody's going to pull the trenchcoat off to reveal the kid underneath.  Christ, I want to do right by the boy.  He <i>matters</i> to me, jolly green -- in a way not a whole lot of people do.  Well.  More people now than ever before in my entire life and what a kick in the ass that is."  Tony leaned his forehead against Bruce's shoulder.  "I am absolutely terrified of fucking this up, Bruce.  I have no idea what I'm doing.  And I know you're going to tell me I'm doing fine and I'm not alone and I appreciate that but right now I just -- can you just -- hold me?" Tony asked, his voice very small.</span></span>