Tony gave a sort-of laugh, before plunking himself down on the table portion of one of the tables. He heaved his bag on top, unzipped it, and went digging. There were two hoodies inside, each one with a little black box connected to a USB cable on the inside of the breast. It was a battery pack, which powered a flashlight, charged phones, or -- more importantly -- heated the sweaters. Tony hadn't designed them. He'd just had the foresight to purchase them out of a magazine.

He held one out to Karen. The rain started coming down, hard fat droplets. But there was little wind.

"I think about looking. Sometimes. Doing the whole dating thing again. But I don't."

He frowned at himself.

"Out of the habit. Too hung up on Pepper. Just don't give a shit about it anymore. Maybe all three?"