Oh, dude. Totally. Totally. His coping skills involve a large bottle of whiskey and a monkey wrench. He's so bad at processing. I mean, Tony is what? Somewhere in his late thirties, and he hasn't even started processing his parents dying, which happened when he was nineteen. He only mentions his dad to talk about WHAT A GREAT HERO HE WAS or what he never had a chance to ask Howard, and you know. Never mentions Mom. At all. Ever.
And we're supposed to believe that he's over seeing Yinsen with a hot coal inches from his tongue?
I'm shameless, man. I don't even want subtle PTSD issues. I want a full-bore, nightmares and hypervigilance, Rhodey-recognizes-symptoms-from-guys-he-knows-who-came-back-from-Iraq wallowing in it all.
Re: MY BACKSTAGE WANKING, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
Oh, dude. Totally. Totally. His coping skills involve a large bottle of whiskey and a monkey wrench. He's so bad at processing. I mean, Tony is what? Somewhere in his late thirties, and he hasn't even started processing his parents dying, which happened when he was nineteen. He only mentions his dad to talk about WHAT A GREAT HERO HE WAS or what he never had a chance to ask Howard, and you know. Never mentions Mom. At all. Ever.
And we're supposed to believe that he's over seeing Yinsen with a hot coal inches from his tongue?
I'm shameless, man. I don't even want subtle PTSD issues. I want a full-bore, nightmares and hypervigilance, Rhodey-recognizes-symptoms-from-guys-he-knows-who-came-back-from-Iraq wallowing in it all.