I really, really like this. The style is very different, but I'm enjoying it immensly. It's jerky and a little disjointed, very much like as if it's a transcript of someone's thoughts, but I have no trouble following it -- quite the opposite, it works surprsingly well for me. The prose pulls you in, grabs a hold of you, but still somehow keeps you at a distance. It's hard to describe, but it kind of is like it's more focused on impressions and emotions, rather than well-turned thoughts like it usually is, which really does transport the reader right underneath the character's skin, but still doesn't let him/her come too close. Like the reader is experiencing everything himself/herself instead of standing beside the character who's experiencing it. If that makes any sense whatsoever. I'm sorry, I must be terribly rambly, but reading this apparently kicked the autistc way of thinking into overdrive, because I seem to've forgotten how to communicate properly. And that probably sounds horrible, but it really isn't, it's just fascinating and I'm really not making any sense, am I? I'm sorry, it's just this fic gets me thinking, changes my perspective a little, and all that solely from the prose. Amazing.

But. Focusing on the non-prose elements of the fic. I'm very fond of Tony here. Due to the different style of writing, I was wondering in the beginning if he'd suffered mild brain damage of some kind (that is not meant to sound mean, it's the disjointedness that made me suspicious) but I'm assuming he's just horribly scarred? Which is a really interesting concept, by the way. But I really like him here; you've drawn attention to his social awkwardness and singularity -- if that's the right word to use -- which you don't see so often in fanfics, sadly enough. It's very interesting to read and, for me at least, almost easier to relate to than the "normal" Tony.

And now I've rambled for far too long. I'm sorry, I don't even know if you like long and winding reviews, and if you don't, I really do apologise. I'll just, slip off... somewhere, and stay there until I've recalled how to function in social situations again. Um, yeah. Going now.