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He nods, petting over her hair as her words tinge him with relief. "We're drunk," he spits out on a breathless little laugh, but he doesn't show signs of moving away any time soon. In fact, he leans in again, kissing her sweetly this time, briefly but nowhere near chaste. His lungs burn from it, but instead of backing off completely he continuously brushes his lips against hers as he slowly lets air back into his chest in between. His body is starting to show signs that it wants for more, but Tony just wants to kiss her until he passes out when he inevitably fucks up and not enough oxygen gets to his brain to keep him conscious. It's all very overwhelming.