Overture Downs That tastes like coconut... and metal!

Stark grinned at the mention of Rhodey's niece, thinking fondly of her. "God, she'll be old enough to have kids of her own soon enough." Which was bewildering. It wasn't exactly bad, as neither of the males were that old but still - still time marched on no matter how they might have willed it to slow down. Stark bumped his shoulder against Rhodey's and gave him a fond smile. "He couldn't have picked a better pack." Stark murmured with a little nod. "He's got us to teach him - and Banner too, and with any luck his Mom will come home and we can get her back on the mend." 

Because whoever had screamed at him and then run off - that wasn't Octavia. It wasn't who he'd grown to know. "So we open up our little scouting mission to the missing Keep members and any cute little thing that catches your eye." He teased, trying to keep them both off edge. It just felt better that way than trying and failing to either entirely remove their thoughts of ro focus on one thing. It was more natural for them.