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He offers her a smile though it's such a simple thing, catching a glimpse at the clock face on the coffee maker. "...Well, that's it," he announces. "We're officially a couple." Tony scrapes the rest of the pan for the remaining oatmeal, going in the fridge for the strawberries. He hesitates like a weirdo and grabs the blueberries instead, dumping them all into his bowl. It's like... comfort food. He leans back against the counter again to polish it off rather than sitting down again. To the surprise of no one he was constantly yelled at as a kid to sit while he ate. Even less surprising, it didn't stick.