[ Tony's quickly fading into sleep, but Steve doesn't find that he minds at all, because they'll have tomorrow, and the day after, and all the ones after that. And, okay, maybe he's trying to stave off sleep because he knows that they'll both have hangovers tomorrow, and might not even want to be in each other's company for that.
But, right now, he laces their hands, and places them between their hearts. Resting on them both, listening to the solid heartbeats as if conducted by their hands passing back and forth between their bodies in a current. ]
All yours. Forever.
[ He reaches to adjust his ring, just to remind himself that it's there. It's beautiful, of course, extremely tasteful, and custom. A little piece of Tony, crafted specifically for him, reminding him always that it was lovingly made for him. ]
Go to sleep. I'll wake you when I get up in the morning.
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But, right now, he laces their hands, and places them between their hearts. Resting on them both, listening to the solid heartbeats as if conducted by their hands passing back and forth between their bodies in a current. ]
All yours. Forever.
[ He reaches to adjust his ring, just to remind himself that it's there. It's beautiful, of course, extremely tasteful, and custom. A little piece of Tony, crafted specifically for him, reminding him always that it was lovingly made for him. ]
Go to sleep. I'll wake you when I get up in the morning.