For the (perhaps final, perhaps not) time that night, Tony pulled himself up and claimed Thor's mouth. The kiss was soft but insistent. For him, it was more biting than the whiskey and sent a deeper, fuller surge of warmth through him than liquor ever could. He sat back to look Thor in his mismatched eyes.

"You're my partner. In...every way possible, at this point. And this is your fight."

The talk with Loki, Thor's crosses to bear, whatever future he'd have to face when they got home.

"But I'm in your corner."