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He cranes his neck around to give her a funny look, made even funnier by the piece of pepperoni hanging from his lips. Tony hits play before he even flips back around, sighing softly. Of course she's never seen it. "I thought all single humans ate pizza like, at least once a week. Or is that just what I tell myself so it's less sad?" He's ashamed of everything he wants right now, and as such his tone comes out more whiny than jokey. He wants to go back to their post-nap haze where it had felt fine to be wrapped up in each other. More than fine. How does he get back there?