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"Well, yeah, that too." He blinks a few times rapidly, trying to get a real grasp on the conversation so he can stop feeling like he's drifting away. There's a long pause despite his efforts, and Tony picks at the label on his bottle while he thinks. "And... living together? Sharing space." It's kind of sad in a way he never allowed himself to process before, and suddenly his house seems so very big.