[There's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, something that seems to have been a little bit of a permanent fixture since Steve showed up tonight. Steve, his favorite person, his best friend, his hero. And here he is, waxing poetic about all the good things about Tony. Things Tony isn't in a rush to see- doesn't really think on and doesn't really know if they're actually true.
Steve sees him with a kinder eye. And it's nice. To be bathed in that light. It always is. Even if it's sometimes a little too bright. A little too hard to sit under when he thinks that there are just too many other underlying factors, negative things. A large ugly life that came before he decided to make a change- and mistakes he still keeps making.
He's lucky for Steve's love this much is true. And his thoughts are a little too clouded still to start doing the refuting song and dance. Definitely not sharp enough to twist away from the commentary or redirect.
A yawn comes before his next answer, still buried into Steve's shoulder.]
Save it. For the altar, but keep talking. Your voice is one of my favorite things.
[Which has been a consistent thread for him. He loves listening to Steve's stories, loves listening to him talk about his day, about their current plans on or off the field- about anything. There's something about that deep cadence, the vibration in his chest while he's so near. The thought that he'd like to curl up on top of him, much like a cat, apparently wins out a little bit when loose uncoordinated limbs push up and he perches himself atop Steve to rest his head directly against Steve's chest, further lulled almost immediately by the strong beat of his heart.
And it doesn't matter- if Steve's been talking during the transition or started now- or even asked Tony what the hell he's doing- in a very unconnected thought while he realizes he's ten seconds to lights out, comfortable and comforted by Steve, he feels like it's very important to say one last thing-]
[ Before he was Captain America, no one had any reason to care about anything he'd had to say. And often, no one cares about what Steve Rogers wants to talk about, they only care about Cap's opinion, and Cap's words.
But Tony, his sweet Tony, doesn't care if Steve takes out the dictionary and starts reading it, he just wants to hear his voice. He hangs onto all the words as if they all have equal importance. He's smitten. And, despite not having to choose his words carefully at all, he does want to make sure they're all good ones, for Tony. ]
Thought about you all day today. And I'm thinking tomorrow we might have to cancel on Thor, but if you're feeling better by afternoon, we could all go out.
I think he wants to share some things that they do at weddings in Asgard.
And I think maybe he wants to ask us how weddings are done here, for, you know. Him and Jane.
[ All this is said with such a quiet lull, knowing that Tony's probably not even going to respond, that it's barely making its way into his consciousness. He can hear it in the way Tony's breathing slows. He always looks so peaceful when he's about to fall asleep, that Steve doesn't even want to say his name, in case it makes him wake up. Steve drops his voice down to a whisper, instead. ]
So we'll have to set a good example for them, sweetheart. But we can talk about it tomorrow morning.
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Steve sees him with a kinder eye. And it's nice. To be bathed in that light. It always is. Even if it's sometimes a little too bright. A little too hard to sit under when he thinks that there are just too many other underlying factors, negative things. A large ugly life that came before he decided to make a change- and mistakes he still keeps making.
He's lucky for Steve's love this much is true. And his thoughts are a little too clouded still to start doing the refuting song and dance. Definitely not sharp enough to twist away from the commentary or redirect.
A yawn comes before his next answer, still buried into Steve's shoulder.]
Save it. For the altar, but keep talking. Your voice is one of my favorite things.
[Which has been a consistent thread for him. He loves listening to Steve's stories, loves listening to him talk about his day, about their current plans on or off the field- about anything. There's something about that deep cadence, the vibration in his chest while he's so near. The thought that he'd like to curl up on top of him, much like a cat, apparently wins out a little bit when loose uncoordinated limbs push up and he perches himself atop Steve to rest his head directly against Steve's chest, further lulled almost immediately by the strong beat of his heart.
And it doesn't matter- if Steve's been talking during the transition or started now- or even asked Tony what the hell he's doing- in a very unconnected thought while he realizes he's ten seconds to lights out, comfortable and comforted by Steve, he feels like it's very important to say one last thing-]
Goodnight, beloved.
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But Tony, his sweet Tony, doesn't care if Steve takes out the dictionary and starts reading it, he just wants to hear his voice. He hangs onto all the words as if they all have equal importance. He's smitten. And, despite not having to choose his words carefully at all, he does want to make sure they're all good ones, for Tony. ]
Thought about you all day today. And I'm thinking tomorrow we might have to cancel on Thor, but if you're feeling better by afternoon, we could all go out.
I think he wants to share some things that they do at weddings in Asgard.
And I think maybe he wants to ask us how weddings are done here, for, you know. Him and Jane.
[ All this is said with such a quiet lull, knowing that Tony's probably not even going to respond, that it's barely making its way into his consciousness. He can hear it in the way Tony's breathing slows. He always looks so peaceful when he's about to fall asleep, that Steve doesn't even want to say his name, in case it makes him wake up. Steve drops his voice down to a whisper, instead. ]
So we'll have to set a good example for them, sweetheart. But we can talk about it tomorrow morning.
Good night. I love you.