[ Once Tony's done crying, Steve gingerly lets his arms fall away, hoping that it's not the only thing holding Tony together. It feels...surprisingly comfortable, sitting here like this with Tony, or it would if one of them wasn't emotionally drained and the other wasn't just really confused about everything. But he likes the way Tony's face feels pressed against his shoulder, and he really isn't sure he wants to devote too much thought to that right now, because maybe it's just because he's every bit as touch-starved as Tony.
That's probably it. And there definitely isn't a corner of his brain that thinks about how nice it would be to just curl up and sleep like this. ]
You're goddamn crazy, Tony.
[ But there's a laugh underneath that. He gets it, sort of. Or he thinks he does. ]
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That's probably it. And there definitely isn't a corner of his brain that thinks about how nice it would be to just curl up and sleep like this. ]
You're goddamn crazy, Tony.
[ But there's a laugh underneath that. He gets it, sort of. Or he thinks he does. ]