“Why didn’t you go to sleep, Tony?” Steve asked, stroking Tony’s dark hair gently when the dark-haired man yawned. Tony blinked sleepily, leaned into Steve, cuddling.
“I don’t want this to be ended.” Tony said, leaning more to Steve’s embrace, searching the warmth from the taller man. “I don’t want this to be ended.” He repeated, closing his eyes.
“Then it don’t have to be ended.” Steve said, kissing Tony’s forehead. “And we can repeat this anytime, after all.”
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Fuck the grammar, I don’t even know anything anymore—*runs off to school*
