[ that's sweet, tony thinks; simba planned to tuck him into bed as snug as a bug. if he were gay (and a gion), he'd be charmed, but he's not, sooo moot point, right? ] Great. Thanks for the lift, [ tony says, strangely quiet, and then stands there awkwardly like a girl being dropped off at her doorstep after a first date, which–nope. not going there. he coughs and calls out, ] JARVIS! Hit me with the time.
[ "it's 12:46 a.m., sir."
as good of an exit as any. ] Yeah, I should probably try to reach that mythical state of "well-rested in the morning" that Pepper insists exists. Night. [ he wiggles his fingers in a wave. ]
Sleeping is a good start, [he agrees with mock solemnity. his next words are totally honest, though.]
Thanks for hanging out with me. It was nice.
[yeah, that sounds dumb, but also terribly earnest (and a little shy). he smiles softly at tony, reaches out to touch his shoulder for a moment, then turns to head back downstairs and to his bedroom.]
[ after sharing a smile and watching simba descend the stairs, tony tries to shake the feeling, first metaphorically and then literally with his whole body like a chill shot up his spine, that Something has Changed. the second try, for the most part, works. ] Yup, [ he gasps and leaves for his bedroom. he shuts the door behind himself and breathes.
when tony finally falls asleep, he unknowingly curls into the spot that simba lazed in earlier that night, even though it had long lost the warmth, the comforter tight around his shoulders. ]
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[ "it's 12:46 a.m., sir."
as good of an exit as any. ] Yeah, I should probably try to reach that mythical state of "well-rested in the morning" that Pepper insists exists. Night. [ he wiggles his fingers in a wave. ]
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Thanks for hanging out with me. It was nice.
[yeah, that sounds dumb, but also terribly earnest (and a little shy). he smiles softly at tony, reaches out to touch his shoulder for a moment, then turns to head back downstairs and to his bedroom.]
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when tony finally falls asleep, he unknowingly curls into the spot that simba lazed in earlier that night, even though it had long lost the warmth, the comforter tight around his shoulders. ]