“Tea,” he answered softly. “If I drink coffee now, I’m not getting back to sleep tonight.” He sighed into that kiss against his temple and he turned, eyes following Tony intently as the other moved around the kitchen. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
Tony nodded and went to work making them both some tea. He shook his head at Steve’s words. “Never be sorry for your PTSD, Steve.” Tony replied, reaching to lace his hand with one of Steve’s still chilled hands. “It’s not your fault. I don’t expect you to be a-okay all the time.” he replied, finishing the tea and going to sit beside Steve, setting his husband’s cup down and leaning to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m never going to need an apology for me getting to take care of you.” he said, taking a sip and holding his mug in front of him as it rested on the counter. “I love you.”
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