Steve leaned against TOny but didn’t even try to argue with him. He was exhausted. He was so tired of everything. He finally slid off the stool and put his now emtpy cup in the sink. “Come back to bed with me?” he asked in a small, vulnerable sounding voice. “I don’t want to be alone right now…”
Tony finished his tea and went to walk with Steve. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.” he swore, linking his arm with Steve’s and lacing their fingers together. “Do you think you could try to sleep? Or should I try to do something else?” he asked, eyes looking up at Steve as they went back to their room.
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