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Bruce and Pepper are the rain to that ends Tony's dry spell, they linger in the air and they fold themselves into his clothes, they wash away his fear and worry and they parch his thirst for something he's never been able to name. They are more to him than he'd ever admit and even if he could explain; the words to what he felt for both would leave those who would listen to him confused, they wouldn't get the abstract meaning of everything.
soft, wet, sweet, loud, wanting, needing
warm, cool, sour, quiet, holding, waiting
a gush of wet sweetness on a cool quiet day
wanting it, waiting for, needing everything, holding on
sour tasting, loud nights
petrichor.