[He was fine, up until what she said about Valentina. Up until then, it was pretty much all that he'd heard before. But Valentina- that was the one thing in his life that he regretted, although he wasn't yet able to admit that to himself. Tony finally walked all the way over to her, looking down at her. When he spoke, his voice was low, quiet, and there was a barely detectable tremble of rage in it.]
Do. Not. Talk about her. Do not. Don't bring her into this, don't you dare.
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Do. Not. Talk about her. Do not. Don't bring her into this, don't you dare.