[ Steve tugs Tony back down onto the couch, still holding him in his arms. He wonders for a moment if Tony's thinner - god, is he living on coffee and scotch and those stupid smoothies? - because he sure as hell feels like a wraith in his arms, like he could slip away at any moment. He almost expects Tony to feel like he sounds, all sharp edges trying to flay him to the bone - like hugging him could cut like a knife - but he just feels...normal. ]
I'm here, Tony. [ One hand slides up his back, cupping the back of his head tenderly. ] And I goddamn care, okay?
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I'm here, Tony. [ One hand slides up his back, cupping the back of his head tenderly. ] And I goddamn care, okay?