The next text pops up slower than the previous ones. Tony has to smother his smile first. God, he wishes moving into the compound with Steve were easy. Logistically, no problem, but he's not talking about the physical baggage. Moving in seemed simple at the time, but everything seems simple in that half-floaty state. Just the next morning—just later that same night, reality crashed down onto him. Okay I concede. That was good, he sends finally.
Yet you still hopped on and persisted without prep...... Tony continues adding lines of periods after the initial message, which at least implies teasing.
Tony almost replies with how it's not a vacation, but he recognizes when a conversation is winding down and he needs to catch some Z's before he skips ahead in time anyway. Wish you were here, cherry blossom, he texts with another (somehow obnoxious) kissy face. With a sigh Tony shuts his tablet screen off and lies down.
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I need to talk to you about something, too.
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