“I’m so tired, Tony,” he whispered softly. “Sleep first then food. Help me to bed?” he looked at his husband and reached out, brushing hair from Tony’s face. “You need a hair cut,” he teased tiredly, leaning in to kiss him softly. “I’m just glad to finally be home again.”
Tony knew Steve needed to eat, but if he couldn’t stay awake, food would have to wait for sure. He took a slow breath and nodded, wishing he’d pushed the issue and made Steve take him along. He returned the kiss willingly, just glad Steve was home where he belonged. He pulled back to help Steve up, laughing a little. “Yeah, well, I had more important thing on my mind than cutting my hair, y’know.” he countered, guiding them to bed and helping Steve get in before going to their dresser to change into some pajamas.
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